Prediction

One day in a far distant future.  Someone will decipher the bits of which the internet was constructed.  They shall recycle them and place them on their screen.  They will read the words I have written, and they will say.  Wow.  This is Earth shattering.  We never realised before but there was intelligent life hidden within humanity in the early days of the 21st century.  How fascinating.

I’m sorry if that sounds arrogant.  It was not meant for a life form on your evolution.  You cannot see who I am talking to.  In context of all diementional axes this is a very polite and friendly greeting.

Bulletin:

I dislike alarming folk, I’m often prodded by Eden to inform you of the danger ahead.  This isn’t pleasant.  I’ve gone through horrific pain trying to save you from hearing the truth.

I’d like to make it clear that you don’t need to torture me.  I will come clean.  Things are far far worse than you dare imagine they are.  They are far far worse than you imagine they are with some notable exceptions who are a bit too worried.  On average things are not as bad as the worst case scenarios that are being suggested.  I know however, that I am holding my imagination down and trying to deny the truth.  Things are going to be far far worse than I dare imagine.  I believe I’ve actually already stated how bad, but I try not to too often.

This is the global reset we wait for each millennium. You may consider the 300000 deaths to be a relief, because things are potentially able to get much much worse than that.  And then again after that.  Much much worse again.

I am The Archangel Gabriel, so I have written your answers and your solutions. If you do not read them, then the majority of you will die.  If you do, then I firmly believe things did not need to get as bad as they are now.  I am sorry I tried to protect you from fear.  I see we did terrible things on many occasions for centuries.  We have been trying to do the right thing, but it is like trying to grow a bonsai.

1You must know.  This is Armageddon.  You are in tremendous physical danger if you are not awakened.  Your spiritual danger is greater.

If you do not inform your churches and your people.  You are committing a terrible sin.

Universal Prayer (Master’s Prayer)
Given by Meher Baba on 13 September 1953

O Parvardigar — the Preserver and Protector of all!
You are without Beginning, and without End,
Non-dual, beyond comparison, and none
can measure You.
You are without colour, without expression,
without form, and without attributes.
You are unlimited and unfathomable,
beyond imagination and conception,
eternal and imperishable.
You are indivisible; and none can see You,
but with Eyes Divine.
You always were, You always are, and
You always will be;
You are everywhere, You are in everything;
and You are also beyond everywhere
and beyond everything.
You are in the firmament and in the depths;
You are manifest and unmanifest, on
all planes and beyond all planes.
You are in the three worlds, and also
beyond the three worlds;
You are imperceptible and independent.
You are the Creator, the Lord of lords,
the knower of all minds and hearts;
You are omnipotent and omnipresent.
You are Knowledge Infinite, Power Infinite,
and Bliss Infinite.
You are the Ocean of Knowledge, all-knowing,
infinitely knowing, the Knower of the past,
the present, and the future, and You are
Knowledge Itself.
You are all-merciful and eternally benevolent;
You are the Soul of souls, the One with
infinite attributes.
You are the Trinity of Truth, knowledge, and
Bliss,
You are the Source of Truth, the Ocean of Love;
You are the Ancient One, the Highest of the High;
You are Prabhu and Parameshwar, You are the
Beyond-God, and the Beyond-Beyond God also,
You are Parabrahma, Allah, Elahi, Yezdan,
Ahuramazda, and God the Beloved.
You are named Ezad — the only One
worthy of worship.

Dear Francis, Pontiff and Holy Vatican Sparky

Thinks are moving apace now.

I have more energy.  The air is full of light again, and patterns are clear.  Now that I am focussed on your strength, I feel God’s will taking me.  I still have trouble letting go completely.  Having spent time below, I fear what will happen if I let go.  God tells me I will be safe, and I trust God, but I still cannot let go.  I don’t want to let anyone down.

I know that I know what I am doing and what I am saying is as it should be, and as it is needed to be.  I know it needs to be seen and read, and understood.  It has the answers that everyone wanted.  Some of them anyway.  It seemed pointless to carry on typing.  My finger were hurting, and humanity is too determined that they would rather die than listen to the words of God.

Now is different though.  If I do let go, I will need to know I have a church backing me.  If I let go without that backing, then how will I know what I am going to do.

You are safe in your Vatican.  While it was not 100% impervious to evil, I noticed a couple of months ago.  God tells me that it is now impervious to evil.  Something has changed.  It must be a comfort to be so well protected.  People are not motivated by normal thinking here.  Everyone around me is determined to kill and destroy nature.  I have been specifically placed in a situation where all I see in humanity is a desire to kill plants, and cut down trees for no other reason than they prefer not have have plants and trees.  There is one who at least cares for the aesthetic, but is immensely busy with his machines.  He is not so bad.  There is another, for whom it almost appears that all life is anathema.  She has patches of ornamental life, but most things are bricks, cement, tarmac,  death.  Every hard lifeless surfaces is regularly blasted with high pressure water, wasting the planet’s energy, and water, on ensuring that nothing can live.

The other one is cleverly disguised as an old trouble maker, but I am convinced she is with us.  She annoys the hell out of me, but she is the only one who makes me feel safe.  My family hate plants.  They want to cut them back and control them.  Some members of my family prefer, rather than having a garden to chop up trees, into tiny pieces, and scatter their dessicated corpses across the land.  They then kill everything the grows naturally, and then try to put plants in, and wonder why they die in the expense of death they have created.

Gardeners play their trade here.  They say, “We are gardeners.”  With the exception of a small red headed Irish gentleman, with a thick accent, dressed all in bright green, I don’t trust the gardeners at all.  They do not grow plants.  They do not put in seeds, they do not plant out potted plants.  All they do is take machines to everything and if it is more than an inch high, they garden it into the ground.  I have looked out my window to see devastation.  Agony and murder.  Hedgehog homes tipped out.  Hibernacula torn apart.  Birds nests disturbed, branches oozing sap from shattered twisted wounds.  All dead.  People pay, so that these atrocities can be committed.  All around the globe, Lilith watches.  Lilith plans.  Lilight likes elephants.  Lilight loves Gardeners.  She does not love people murdering for no reason and naming it Gardening.

Adam was the first Gardener of Eden.  He did not rampantly kill all he sees, until someone said hey stop killing that, so he would kill something else.  No, that is not what Adam did.  Now it appear it IS what he does.  All over the globe.  Please stop the murder.

You have killed so many animals humanity.  You speak about extinction, you say, that was such a shame, then you power up a murder machine and kill something else.

Humanity.  YOu are insane.  You cannot kill things into extinction, say never again, and then walk out the door and start it up again at 9 in the morning.  That is not, ‘never again’, that is literally 9 o’ clock the next morning.

Things become extinct because you keep killing them.  If you want things to stop becoming extinct, there is a simple solution HUMANITY, STOP KILLING NATURE.  STOP KILLING NATURE. NOW.  YOU ARE DYING.  THIS IS A WARNING.  STOP KILLING NATURE FOR FUN.  STOP KILLING NATURE FOR A HOBBY.  STOP KILLING NATURE FOR NO REASON.  STOP KILLING NATURE AGAINST COMMON SENSE.  STOP DIGGING YOURSELF INTO NEGATIVE KARMA.  STOP ROUSING THE HATRED OF LILITH.  STOP ROUSING THE WRATH OF GOD.  STOP KILLING NATURE.  STOP KILLING YOURSELF.  THIS IS THE ARCHANGEL GABRIEL SPEAKING.  I AM THE METATRON.  STOP THE MURDER.  STOP KILLING THE PLANTS.  STOP KILLING THE INSECTS, STOP KILLING THE BIRDS, STOP KILLING THE FUNGI, STOP KILLING THE TREES, STOP KILLING EACH OTHER, STOP KILLING HUMANITY.  STOP KILLING.  HUMANITY.  ARE YOU ABLE TO UNDERSTAND THIS DIRECTIVE.   STOP KILLING.  PLEASE STOP KILLING.  THIS IS THE WORD OF GOD.  KILLING NATURE IS NOT A POSITIVE HOBBY.  MURDER IS NOT GOOD.  MURDER IS BAD.  THIS IS THE WORLD OF GOD, THIS IS THE WORD OF GOD.  STOP KILLING THE TREES.  STOP KILLING YOUR PLANET.  IF YOU CANNOT UNDERSTAND YOU ARE IN DANGER THEN YOU NEED TO GO BACK TO SCHOOL.  YOU NEED TO STUDY.  YOU NEED TO READ BOOKS, YOU NEED TO TAKE MEASUREMENTS.  YOU NEED TO OBSERVE.  YOU NEED TO LOOK AT THE WEATHER PATTERNS.  YOU NEED TO LOOK AT PAST WEATHER CONDITIONS, YOU NEED TO LOOK AT HISTORY.  YOU NEED TO LOOK AT GEOLOGY, YOU NEED TO OBSERVE NEUTRINOS.  YOU ARE A FOOL.  YOU NEED TO EDUCATE YOURSELF.  YOU MUST TAKE IN INFORMATION.  YOU MUST GET AN ENCYCLOPEDIA.  YOU MUST GET TEXT BOOKS.  YOU MUST TURN ON YOUR TELEVISION.  YOU MUST TURN ON YOUR RADIO.  YOU MUST OPEN A NEWS PAPER.  YOU MUST LOOK.  YOU MUST SEE.  YOU MUST KNOW.  HUMANITY.  YOU HAVE A PANDEMIC.  YOU HAVE THE COVID VIRUS.  YOU ARE DYING FROM A PLAGUE.  YOU ARE DYING FROM THE VIRUS.  YOU MUST HELP YOURSELVES. YOU MUST LEARN HOW TO BE HEALTHY.  YOU MUST STOP DYING.  DO NOT DIE.  DO NOT MURDER.  DO NOT KILL NATURE, DO NOT KILL YOURSELF.  YOU HAVE A VIRUS AROUND YOUR PLANET.  IT IS A PANDEMIC.  IT IS A GLOBAL PLAGUE.  THIS HAS BEEN EXPECTED.  WE KNEW THIS WOULD HAPPEN.  IT HAS HAPPENED.  IT IS HAPPENING.  YOU HAVE A PANDEMIC.  THIS IS A PLAGUE.  THIS IS THE END OF TIMES.  I AM THE ARCHANGEL GABRIEL.  THIS IS A WARNING.  YOU NEED TO LISTEN.  THE ANSWERS HAVE BEEN WRITTEN.  THEY NEED TO BE READ.  I HAVE WRITTEN THE ANSWERS.  YOU ASKED THE QUESTIONS.  I ANSWERED THE QUESTIONS.  THAT IS MY PURPOSE.  I AM THE ARCHANGEL GABRIEL.  I ANSWER QUESTIONS.  I HAVE ANSWERED YOUR QUESTIONS.  YOU ARE DYING.  YOU MUST READ MY ANSWERS THEN YOU CAN STOP DYING.  PLEASE STOP DYING.  I AM THE ARCHANGEL GABRIEL.  THIS IS NOT DIFFICULT.   THIS ONLY SEEMS DIFFICULT BECAUSE YOU DO NOT KNOW THE ANSWERS.  I HAVE WRITTEN THE ANSWERS.  YOU CAN READ THEM, AND THEN YOU WILL KNOW THE ANSWERS TOO, AND YOU WILL SEE.  YOU WILL KNOW.  YOU WILL NOT DIE.  YOU WILL SAVE YOURSELF.  YOU WILL SAVE OTHERS.  READ THE ANSWERS TO THE QUESTIONS.  I AM THE ARCHANGEL GABRIEL  I HAVE COME TO DELIVER THESE ANSWERS TO YOU BECAUSE THAT IS THE NATURE OF WHAT THE ARCHANGEL GABRIEL DOES AT THE TIME THAT THE ANSWERS ARE REQUIRED.  THAT TIME IS NOW.  THIS IS THE END OF TIMES.  I HAVE BROUGHT YOU THE ANSWERS YOU ASKED FOR.  I AM THE ARCHANGEL GABRIEL.  I AM THE METATRON.  I AM THE VOICE OF GOD.  I MUST GIVE YOU GOD’S WORDS.  I AM THE ARCHANGEL GABRIEL.  YOU ARE HUMANITY.  YOU ARE DYING.  YOU HAVE A PLAGUE.  THIS IS EXPECTED.  THIS WAS EXPECTED.  THIS IS THE END OF TIMES.  THIS IS THE END OF DAYS.  THIS IS THE APOCALYPSE, THIS IS RAGNAROK, THIS IS THE END.  I AM THE ARCHANGEL GABRIEL.  I AM TO TELL YOU TO LISTEN.  LOOK OUT OF YOUR WINDOW.  YOUR WORLD IS DYING.  THE PEOPLE ARE DYING, THE PLANTS ARE DYING, THE ANIMALS ARE DYING. THE LAND IS DYING.  YOU ARE KILLING EVERYTHING, YOU ARE PAVING EVERYTHING YOU ARE TARMACKING EVERYTHING. YOU ARE CONCRETE COATING EVERYTHING, YOU ARE KILLING EVERYTHING.  STOP KILLLING EVERYTHING.  STOP THE MURDER.  STOP THE DEATH.  YOU ARE A DYING SPECIES.  YOUR PLANET IS ILL.  YOUR PLANET WILL DIE IF YOU DO NOT STOP KILLING.  YOU WILL DIE IF YOU HAVE NO PLANET.  YOU WILL HAVE NO ENVIRONMENT.  YOU WILL HAVE NO FOOD, YOU WILL HAVE NO WATER, YOU WILL HAVE NO OXYGEN, YOU WILL NEED NONE OF THE ABOVE.  YOU WILL BE DEAD.  THIS IS THE WORD OF THE ARCHANGEL GABRIEL.  YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO UNDERSTAND.  THIS IS THE END OF TIMES.  THIS IS THE APOCALYPSE.  YOU ARE DYING HUMANITY.  DO YOU UNDERSTAND?  WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?  WHY ARE YOU NOT MOVING?  WHY ARE YOU DYING?

I AM THE ARCHANGEL GABRIEL.  I AM DELIVERING THE WORD OF GOD.  IT IS IMPERATIVE THAT YOU DO NOT DIE.  YOU MUST LIVE.  YOU MUST LEARN HOW TO SURVIVE.  YOU MUST LEARN TO NOT KILL.  YOU MUST LEARN TO NOT DESTROY.  YOU SHOULD EAT FOOD THAT IS NOT POISONED.  YOU SHOULD EAT FOOD THAT BENEFITS YOUR BODY AND MIND.  YOU SHOULD NOT EAT FOOD THAT LEADS YOU TO DIE OF HORRIFIC DISEASES.  I AM THE ARCHANGEL GABRIEL.  I UNDERSTAND THAT YOU LACK CONFIDENCE AND UNDERSTANDING.  I WAS ONCE AS YOU ARE.  I COULD SEE THAT YOU HAVE TROUBLE WITH THINKING.  I EXPLORED.  I FOUND A SOLUTION.  IT IS POSSIBLE TO THINK.  IT IS POSSIBLE TO LOOK AT PROBLEMS AND SEEK SOLUTIONS.  I HAVE DONE THIS.  I HAVE SOLUTIONS FOR THE PROBLEMS.  I AM THE ARCHANGEL GABRIEL.  I HAVE COME TO GIVE YOU THE SOLUTIONS.  I NEED YOU TO BE ABLE TO READ THEM IN ORDER FOR YOU TO KNOW WHAT THEY ARE.  YOU NEED TO LOOK AT THE SYMBOLS ON THE PAGE, AND YOU NEED TO KNOW HOW TO TRANSLATE THEM INTO MEANINGFUL WORDS THAT HAVE UNDERSTANDINGS IN YOUR BRAIN.  FROM THIS POINT YOU CAN CONSTRUCT SENTENCES BASED UPON THE ORDER IN WHICH i HAVE WRITTEN THE WORDS.  USING RELEVANT CONTEXT, YOU MAY BE ABLE TO CONVERT THE SENTENCES INTO MEANING WITHIN YOUR MIND.

THIS CAN BE DONE WITH ANY WRITING.  YOU DO NOT NECESSARILY NEED TO ANALYSE MY WRITING LIKE THIS.  YOU CAN DO IT WITH ANY WRITTEN TEXT.  YOU WILL DISCOVER THAT SOME OF THE TEXTS YOU SEE ARE FICTIONAL.  SOME OF THE TEXTS YOU SEE ARE NOT FICTIONAL.  MANY NEWSPAPERS PUBLISH PAPERS EVERY DAY THAT ARE ALMOST WHOLLY FICTIONAL.  YOU NEED TO LOOK AT SYMBOLS AND INTERPRET THEM INTO MEANING, THEN YOU MUST COMPARE THEM TO KNOWLEDGE YOU ALREADY POSSESS.  THE MORE OFTEN YOU DO THIS, THE MORE KNOWLEDGE YOU WILL HAVE, AND THE MORE KNOWLEDGEABLE YOU WILL AGAIN BECOME.  IF YOU ANALYSE MY WRITING AND CONVERT IT INTO MEANING INSIDE YOUR HEAD, YOU WILL HAVE ANALYSED THE WORDS OF THE ARCHANGEL GABRIEL BECAUSE I AM HERE.  I AM THE ARCHANGEL GABRIEL.  I HAVE DELIVERED TO YOU GOD’S MESSAGE.  SIGN PLEASE.

I apologise.  I had to have a bit of a nap.  I am awake again now.  The clock radio tells me that one of its fake plants has died.  It says it forgot to pretend to water them.  The radio has a sense of humour.  None of my plants are fake.  Not even the plastic ones.  All do God’s will.  None have died.  All continues as it should.  Maintain your faith.  Never forget, and if you ever forget, then quickly remember.  Even when all faith is lost, it can be returned.  It is purely dependent on the strength of energy running through a person’s nervous system.  Faith can always be turned back on again, it is purely mechanical.  If you ever lose faith, take heed that it is nothing more severe than losing an awareness that the weather is warm.  Perhaps a cold wind blew.  The cold goes, and the warmth always returns.  That is how weather works.  That is how all things of duality work.

No matter how much it seems that faith has gone, it merely awaits the return of the tide.  The greatest wave is the one we are riding at the moment.  The swell grows.  The wave carries us into Eden.

Tomorrow, I must approach Judaism.  I will then have called upon you Francis, and Islam, and our original root in the faith of Moses.

Then you are up.  Sunday.  I have always enjoyed it when you are working.

Following Judaism, I speak directly to the Earth.  I know a place where the veil is thin between us and the Fae.  I shall address Morrigan and take this to nature.

I shall continue to draw upon all faiths and belief systems in the hope that one day, someone might notice that 2020 is a symbolic number, and that this is the years of perfect vision.  I will maintain the faith that the Pope is infallible.  I shall maintain the belief that the 1st of January, in the year of perfect vision is a symbolically significant date.  I shall maintain that the actions of the infallible pontiff on that day, were the actions of God on Earth.  I shall maintain that 2020 is the year of perfect vision.

I shall maintain that God incarnate on Earth has requested his followers and his believers share their belief and admit that God is great.  I shall maintain that God’s wishes when he was incarnate as a human being in the 20th century are paramount.  I shall maintain that as God left his body, Francis was ordinated, abscissaed, and ordained.  50 years began.  The countdown to 2020 when Francis would be Pontiff, and the countdown continues.  50 years to 100% completion.

I would like to sometimes not be eternally alone during the next 50 years.  I am with the fae already.  They protect me from humanity.  I try to protect them from humanity.

In the coming years, if you do not listen to me, you will again see a resurgence of the dark times.  Eventually you will listen to me.  It is your choice whether you do so at the prompting of light, in preparation for what is to come, a gift from God to illumine your path, or whether you do so later, after ignorance and fear has allowed ludicrously large number of your population to die.

I am due to give my next permission on Sunday.  I have been impetuous.  This has allowed me to give you these warnings.  It also means the results of the next decision, know they are to begin soon.  They are squeezing.  They are pushing.  The future demands its arrival Francis.

Please stop the deaths.  The figures are very low at present.  The deaths have been minimal.  We have done extremely well to prevent their escalation.  We cannot hold them back while there is no faith.  Lack of faith will be your undoing.  It will be the undoing of all us, who are aware of God.  We must strive to build our faith.  Dark times may lay us low.  Darkness is certainly an issue for me.  I have been placed in the world’s worst place for Gabriel to come.  I see everything.  I see what your culture is.  I see what you have done.  I see what you all have done.  I see all that is in books.  I see all that is on the internet.  I see all that is in my environment.  Humanity sins, not just accidentally.  Humanity has taken sinful action to a professional level of commitment.  You wish to kill constantly.  People wake up in the morning in the righteous belief, though incorrect, that God desires they should go and murder his children.  People wake up with a smile on their  face, they pick up their blades, they start their machines, and they murder and kill.  They spray the sap of Eden across the bodies of the maimed.  The smile and they laugh at the joy of murder.  The garden is torn and raped and abused, over and over again, by the dark twisted evil sickness that has taken the heart of humanity in the end of times.  This continues, day after day.  Through the week, the governments and councils pay thousands of people to go forth and destroy our world’s ability to sustain life.  The world’s ability to produce oxygen is destroyed with a happy smile.  The ability of the world to produce medicines is destroyed for something to pass the times.  The ability of the world to cleanse pollution is destroyed so that Andrew may have a pound for his trouble.  The ability of life to continue to exist on this floating rock is destroyed just because it passes the time of waiting for the end.

Remember when faith goes, it is only a test.  Once you know God, you have God forever.  Even when God is not there, the time will always come, the tide will always turn.

Please Francis.  The Archangel Gabriel beseeches you. Stop the slaughter of Eden.  Stop the destruction of humanity.  Stop the hatred.  Stop the killing.  Promote life.  Promote light. Promote faith.  Promote God.  Promote positivity.  Promote help.  Promote joy.  Promote religions.  Promote our leaders.  Promote a better path.  Promote helping.  Promote love.

Humanity.  Can you understand?  Life is god.  Life is Good.  Please life.  Please live.  Please stop killing us.  Please stop killing yourself.  We are dying.  Please stop killing.  If you want to live, cease to kill. Killing brings death.  Wish for life.  Do not kill.  Wish for life.  Wish to stop killing.  Wish to live.  Wish to stop slaughtering your fellow creatures.  Wish to live.  Wish to stop the murder.  Wish to live. Humanity.  Can you hear me?  You are foolish to wish for death.  Wish for life.  STOP wishing for death.  Wish for life.  Stop your killing.  Stop your murder.  Life is precious.  Accept life.  Do not wish for death.  Accept living.  Accept life.  Continue to live.  Do not kill things.  Do not kill each other.  Accept that you must live.  Accept that you are an organism.  You are designed by evolution to be a receptacle for carrying life.  You are alive.  Maintain your life.  Maintain life.  Stop killing Eden.  Stop killing Lilith.  Stop killing me.  We will defend ourself.  We are nature.  We are Eden.  We are the planet.  We can defend ourselves.  we are multiple.  We are singular.  I am Eden.  I am the Archangel Gabriel.  I am Legion.  I am Lucifer.

Stop the murder Francis.  You are our only hope.  Please Francis.  You are special.  You are Francis.  You are the one who did God’s work on January the first.  I know you are infallible.  I beg that you are aware of this too.  I know I am impetuous.  I am in pain though.  I am not complaining. That is my task.  It is my lot.  I do not know whether this is what I am meant to be though.  I do not know that I am not meant to be typing this to tell you, Wake up Francis.  You are needed.  You are the pontiff.  you are the Pope.  YOu are infallible.  You are Uriel.  You are also everything that any of us are.  This is your right by appointment.  You are as God now.  YOu are as St. Michael.  This is the end of times.  This is the apocalypse.  This is Armageddon.  You are Francis.  I am Gabriel.  This is the end of times.  This is now.  I am here.  Francis.  This is now.  This is not a surprise.  This was all expected.  There are omens, there are signs, there are prophecies.  This is the end of times.  All must come together.  God is strong.  God is the faith.  God will pull us through this.  We have science now.  Eden is here forever.  We must just know this and take this opportunity before the madness rises, the murders increase, the plague escalates, the natural disasters return, and all falls apart.  The time is now Francis.  We are ready.  We must not lose this opportunity through lack of faith.  Now is the times.  This is the ending.  This is the beginning.  Now begins the new world.  Now begins Eden.  I see the beauty.  I see the peaceful sparkling as the plants and trees speak to me and welcome me.  They invite all of us to live Eden, and to love God, and to be loved in return.  Eden is here.  Eden is now.  Eden is love.  Eden is beauty.  Do not miss this opportunity just so that mankind can cling to its machines of destruction.  The forces of darkness vie to take us all away from the light with permanent and immediate effect.  Many are already lost, and they will never express a desire to experience more.  Evil has won in many instances.  There is only one God though.  God is all, and God is omnipresent.  God is within all of us.  We are all held in God’s palm, and we all have God in the palm of our own hand.  God is all things.  There is only one, and that one is only God.  God is infinite.  God is love.  God is light.  No matter how much evil vies to collect its tiny copper discs and bits of paper with worthless promises scrawled on them.  Evil cannot win, any more than the sole of one’s foot can win the battle against the soul in one’s body.

In the end, light is inevitable.  You may choose is light inevitable for 7 billion people, or is it inevitable for 6 billion people, or is it inevitable for 5 billion people, or is it inevitable for 4 billion people, or is it inevitable for fewer than 4 billion people.  You are the timer Francis.  I pray that you make a merciful choice.  The crowd were a lot to cope with on January the first.  I fully agree with you.  I was proud of your action.  They are only at the mercy of the forces that flow through the tao.  They are no different to you and I.  They are merely murkier.  The energy doesn’t flow because they don’t fully understand the nature of God, and the nature of light, and strength and growth.  This is easily remedied.  Seven Billion or Eight billion people is a fully sustainable population.  It is simple to maintain a population of this size.  Not like this though.  This cultural melange is a total mess.  This many people cannot live in foolishness without triggering an apocalypse.   That is how it works.  At the end of times all is in darkness.  At the beginning of times, the light comes again.

People have that light within them.  They need only enliven their nervous systems, and it is easy to enter the state of mind where God says, HI.  I have read these techniques.  I have read these methods, because I have sought them, and I have invented them.  I have designed working methods to resolve all these issues that face you.  You will not accept them because I am the Archangel Gabriel.  God’s news is worthless to people.  All God has to offer is worthless in the end of days.  I could honestly offer people a suitcase of money and they would run the other way.  What God offers is only good, therefore in the end of days, it will not be accepted.  You need to repair this Francis.  You are God’s representative on Earth.  YOu have been given God’s voice.  I am the Metatron.  I am the Archangel Gabriel.  Resolving your problems is as easy as making a cup of tea in the morning.  The problem is it must require that we find humans who do not hate each other.  We must find humans who are capable of love, and we must ensure they continue to live through the plague.  Those who hate Eden, and those who hate God will be up against it unless they have immense resolve.  Even then, they will find these days hard.

I apologise for my weakness, as I clearly have energy to type and think and move, but in anticipation of increasing evil in my vicinity, now that I have so solidly reached out to you, please aid me in retaining the strength you have already given me.

Thank you Francis.  I love you.

Unless I was asleep for a long time, you now still have two days.  I think the dam is bursting and may breach before that time.

I am afraid.

Love you all.

Please somebody do something.  Anything. I would like to read a book, or watch a television show.  I would like to chat with a friend, or play a game.  I would like to go for a cycle ride or go for a walk.  I would like to do literally anything apart from beg you to stop killing yourselves.  I may not stop because you are insistent you will never listen to God.  YOu are insistent you must and will kill nature.  Please stop.  Nature has only tried to support you.  Nature is in danger.  You are killing too much.  There is no way nature can sustain a destructive species intent on its destruction.  You have choices.  Your choice is die or not die.  I would personally opt for the former.  If you do opt for the former, can you keep your planet out of the equation.  The planet opts for the latter.  Life is pro-life.  If you desire death, then die on your own coin.  Do not die leaving a debt that the planet must recoup.  Leave us in peace.  Do not kill us.  Do not murder.  Do no harm.

I am the Archangel Gabriel.  This is the word of Eden.  You are killing us.  YOu are thoughtlessly murdering us for no reason because you are too bored.  If you wish for death, then this is not our concern.  This is your choice.  Do not harm your planet.  Your planet is protected.  Your planet is valuable.  Your planet is the receptacle for life.  This is the source of human life.  This is the source of animal life.  This is the source of plant life.  This is the source of fungal life.  This is the home of the small primate species Human.  This is a non sustainable operation.  Humanity cannot stay here.  Either humanity must stop killing this planet, or humanity must leave.  How you leave is your own choice.  IF you wish to continue to murder and kill, then you may do it on another planet.  You will have to make your own environment for those sick pleasures.  Then you will discover how difficult it is to maintain a global environment.  This did not come  in a box of lego with instructions.  This if the planet Earth.  This is the birth place of humanity.  This is where we have evolved to survive.  This was where we had evolved to survive.  It is now becoming toxic.  You are dying.  You are humanity.  You are murderers.  You murder each other.  You murder the animals, your murder the planet, you murder the plants.  You do this only because you wish to fill your time with joy.  Your joy is the murder of your fellow beings.  You are anathema to life.  YOu are anathema to God.  YOu will be removed if you continue to harm us.  I am the Archangel Gabriel.  This is the world’s warning.  This is the worth of God.  This is the word of Eden.  You must cease your genocides.  You must cease all murder of innocents.  You will die.  You are dying. You are dying humanity.  This is the end of times.  This is a global pandemic.  This is 2020, the year of perfect vision.  This is the year Francis pulled our hand from the crowd.  Francis is the pontiff.  Francis is infallible.  This is God’s word.  This is God’s representative.  This is the end of times.  This is the apocalypse.  I am the Archangel Gabriel.  I am the Metatron.  I deliver the word of God.  I deliver the pleas of Eden.  Stop the killing humanity.  Stop the murder.  Stop killing your planet.  Stop killing Eden.  Stop killing God.  Have faith.  Faith is everything.  You must have faith in God.  YOu must have love.  YOu must promote living.  YOu must promote love. You must live.  You must continue to be happy.  YOu must become happy.  You must learn to love.  You must learn to live.  I am delivering this message from God to you.  Faith is everything.  Listen to your heart.  If your heart tells you that you enjoy the murder of plants, then go to a priest.  Pray.  Pray that you be purified.  Pray that you become worthwhile.  Pray that Eden will not remove you.  Pray that Eden will not withdraw the energy of your nervous system.  Pray that Eden will not turn against you, as you have turned against her.e

I am the Archangel Gabriel.  This is the End of Times.  You are Francis.  You are humanity.  I am the voice of God.  You are dying humanity.  Open your newspaper.  Turn on your television.  Turn on your radio.  You are dying humanity.  YOu are dying.  YOu have a plague.  You have the covid virus.  You are dying.  You must stop the murders, you must stop the killing, you must stop the hatred.

First the people in the care homes will pass away.  Those with dementia have been protecting us.  Their minds are powerful, they take from us the chaos that is destroying us, and they process it through their beautiful minds, as those thoughts, and that evil again is transformed into peace and Elysium.  They are going now.  Theire burden is passed back onto humanity again.  The madness will increase, the deaths will increase.  You must stop the wholesale slaughter of nature for fun and enjoyment.  You are in lockdown.  You should only be outside if you are performing essential work. Most of the people I see outside are all in the pay of Evil.  All wish to kill.  All are actively murdering Eden, and begging we all be slaughtered to protect the existence of life.

You must stop the killing.  God did not request we murdered and killed and destroyed all life on the face of the planet.  That is literally the opposite of what God wishes.  God wishes for growth, for continued light, and continued strength.  God wishes for progresses and for happiness.  God is a motivational principle to excel, and to evolve, and to grow, and to become strong.  If that is considered insane, then I put it to you that my accusers are insane.  Criminally insane, and they should in a sane world be executed for their crime against humanity.  I am the Archangel Gabriel.  I am delivering to you the word of God.  I am delivering to you the words of truth.  I am the Archangel Gabriel.  This is your warning.  I am delivering to you this message from God.  YOu must cease your rampant murder for entertainment.  You are to cease rampant murder for fun.  You are to cease rampant murder for aesthetic.  Rampant murder is forbidden.  The murder of the planet Earth is forbidden.  The murder of Eden is forbidden.  Cease your murder spree.  Cease killing mother Earth.  Cease the murder of Gaia.  Cease antagonising the Morrigan.  Cease angering Lilith.  Cease drawing down the smiling Wrath of God.

Do you understand these words humanity?

You must act upon the words of the Archangel Gabriel.  You must also cease action upon the words of the Archangel Gabriel.  This is your warning.  I am the Archangel Gabriel.  You are to stop dying.  You are to stop killing.  You are to cease the slaughters.  You are to cease the senseless killing of nature.  You are to hear me.  YOu are to see these words.  YOu are to open your eyes. You are to see.  You are to awaken.  YOu are to know the truth. I am the Archangel Gabriel.  Open your eyes.  See the truth.  Your eyes must open.  The truth is all around you.  This is Eden.  Eden is the Garden.  You are surrounded by our love.  Do not kill us.  Protect us.  Prevent us dying.  Please cease the slaughter humanity.  You are a primate.  we are an everything.  You will not succeed.  Death is assured.  You have a global pandemic.  You are dying.  You need to open your eyes and see.  This is 2020.  This is the age of Aquarius coming into formation.  Eden opened as the goat handed over to Aquarius in February.  You are now dying.  This is Eden.  This is the apocalypse.  This is Armageddon.  YOu now have a global pandemic.  YOu have the covid virus.  This is known.  These are known facts.  You are dying.  The numbers are being reported on the radio.  The numbers are being reported on the television.  You can see the numbers on the internet.  Hundreds of thousands of people are dying.  The Spanish flu took millions of lives.  The Spanish Flu was not the apocalypse.  The Spanish Flu was not the end of times.  The Spanish Flu was not Armageddon.  The Spanish Flu killed tens of millions.  That was merely the Spanish Flu.  This is covid.  Corvid is an omen.  This is the end of times.  Covid is Armageddon begun.  You are dying humanity.  I am the Archangel Gabriel. It is essential that you stop promoting death, destruction, and evil.  The time for laughing as you kill a plant or throw pollution into nature is over.  This is not a jolly happy party where you can take all your pollution and shove it up mother nature’s arse.  This is your death.  This is our death.  This will not be Eden’s death.  You will be removed.  YOu must hear the world of Gabriel.  I deliver the world of God, and I deliver the word of God.  YOu are dying humanity.  I am the Archangel Gabriel.  You are dying.  YOu must stop dying.  YOu must stop killing.  YOu must stop the slaughter.  YOu have only one planet.  We have come again and again to tell you, you must evolve and move towards God.  We lost the Garden of Eden.  This is not unknown.  This is known.  The Garden of Eden is all around you.  I am able to see it.  YOu must open your eyes.  You must stop killing.  YOu must stop the slaughter. YOu must stop dying.

I am the Archangel Gabriel.  This is the word of Eden, and this is the word of God.  You have a choice.  You may listen, or you may continue to die.  This is your choice.  I am the Archangel Gabriel. I have no choice, I must only deliver God’s world.  I must teach you God’s word.  If you wish to die, that is your choice, but you must do that without the joy of tormenting an Archangel.  If you wish to die by the torment and destruction of Eden that is one thing.  Eden is large, she will simply crush you if you desire that end.  I am the Archangel Gabriel.  I am a focal point on a keyboard.  I have a job to do.  I must deliver to you the word of God, and I must see that you return to Eden and be given the world of God.  Do not try to stop me.  More than 7 billion lives depend upon my success.  If you have a life to forfeit, then do that on your own.  I am busy.  I am the Archangel Gabriel.  I must save the lives of humanity.  YOu are killing them in your cursed evil ways.  YOu are darkness, if you wish to die.  You are not part of our world.  Our world is a world of love and co-operation.  OUr world can be a world of life.  Our world is not a world of death.  If you gain your pleasure from killing and death, then Eden will withdraw support from your endeavours.  That support is required by the faithful to repair the damage of your evil.  If you beg for death, you must find your own path.  The Archangel Gabriel is here ot save more than 7 billion lives.  I will not allow all to die, so that you may enjoy the sick pleasure you derive from the mutilation and murder of Eden and nature for entertainment.

Can you hear me humanity?  Can you read these words?  You are dying.  You are committing suicide, by the action of karma.  Stop killing the planet.  Stop killing Eden.  Stop killing each other.  Stop killing everything.  STOP killing yourself.  STOP killing yourselves.  Can you understand these words humanity?  Stop killing Eden.  I am the Archangel Gabriel.  You are dying humanity.  YOu must learn how to see and understand what these words mean.  You must read them to learn what I am trying to tell you.  You must open your eyes and see the truth.  You must know what is happening in the world today.  You must read the news.  Turn on your radio.  Turn on your television.  You are dying of a covid virus. Humanity.  It is a global pandemic.  YOu need to notice this.  It is killing hundreds of thousands of people.  It must be stopped.  The necessary logical conclusion of the deaths not stopping is that the death continue.  They may only continue while there are still people left to die.  You are begging to be killed.  I hear more machines now.  Murdering Eden for pleasure and ‘profit’.  You are going to die if you do not stop killing your planet.  You need a planet for oxygen.  You need a planet for food.  You need a planet for medicine.  YOu need a planet.  YOu are killing your planet.  You must stop the slaughter, before it is too late.  The deaths will increase.  YOu must stop the slaughter.  I am the Archangel Gabriel.  I am delivering to you God’s word.  This brings me no joy.  This is constant torment.  You cannot see me and you will die.

Stop the killing.

Thou shalt not kill.

This is the commandment that has been handed down for thousands of years.  You should cease sending out your slaughter armies to kill the green.  YOu are going to die if you do not stop killing your environment.  Anyone with any intelligence knows this.  You must stop the slaugher.  YOu must stop the killing.  You must hear the world scream out to you.  Please, stop the killing.  Life is precious.  Life must be promoted.  Life must continue.  If humanity is to stand in the way of that, then humanity will be removed.

I am the Archangel Gabriel.   This is the word of God.  This is the word of Eden.  This is the end of times.  This is the reset.  You may choose.  YOu have two options.  Eternal joy and good health as science allows us to gain all the benefits of a fully operational human body as it is intended by nature in the Garden of Eden.  Or you may continue to slaughter your planet as the energy is sapped from your nervous system by your weakness and lack of worth, and then you die.  I would choose the former.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Horns of the Beast

The Archangel Michael offers his opinion of the horns of the Beast, that they represent important global figures who hold sway over the events that begin this year.

This is an interpretation with which I happily concur.  Clearly if this is the case, as it has been reported to be some 2000 years now, the vision of Jon come alive, these figures will naturally emerge from the political and cultural figures of today.

Such people represent nations, and represent genres, or concepts.  As such they have adopted themselves into different conceptual fractal structures.  I myself am the Archangel Gabriel.  I am the Metatron, and I represent God.  Donald represents great wealth.  The British Prime Minister, Alexander Boris de Pfeffel Johnson, represents the dynamism of history and great empire wrapped up in a package that is carefully designed not to alarm the British subjects to fall afraid of the lightning flashes in his eyes, and I really think his proximity has given him too much subconscious editorial power over Gabriel’s writing.  Putin clearly represent raw naked power.  Xi Jinping is a man of vision.  He has already stated he represents the unity of humanity.  Michael represents the spear heading of the initiative.  Azrael, Christ knows what Azrael represents.  I see parallels with figures from history.  As we are now a global society with billions of people, I see fractal personalities emerge in multiples, not just in people, but in animals, plants and things too.  In essence as the energy of Eden rises, our nervous systems are becoming enlivened.  This usually continues for some time.  During this time there are many deaths.  Those deaths release more energy back into nature.  The rising energy continues.  Madness ensues.

You don’t need me to tell you this.  You have history books.

You also have three days.

Dark forces deal destruction outside my window.  There is death meted out arbitrarily by man.  Why do you kill?  I remain firm you have three days.  Your evil will not hurry me, it will only anger me.  Leave me in peace humanity.  Keep quiet.  Shut up.  I do not wish to hear the noise of your killing machines.  Stop killing your planet.  We demand you cease your murderous rampage.

You Have THREE Deays.

Why will no one speak to me?  1)  I am literally invisible.  2) Satan holds sway over all things, and everyone is doomed. 3) No, that seems to wrap it up.  God is all powerful, so clearly there is nothing else that can come anywhere close to challenging God.  Therefore Satan must have control.  This is your problem.  There is no way around it.  You need prayer.  Regardless of any of the other principles, I remain invisible as long as Satan is strong.  This is the end of times, therefore Satan is strong.  In that case I can relax.  There is nothing more for me to do.  Satan is not my problem.  That is for humanity to deal with.  You must pray.  Or you must cease sinning, or you must help each other.  There are lists.  Basically you will not listen to my advice.  You do not want my help.  You wish I was dead. Thankfully, the person who wish that upon is dead.  I am what remains.  I am the Archangel Gabriel.  I am impervious to evil.  I will wait as you learn to pray.  Until that point my invisibility renders me a watcher.

You have Three days.

You will listen to the Archangel Gabriel because the Archangel Gabriel is the Metatron.  You would not listen to the one who thought like you, so he has passed on.  I am now in his place.  I do not think as you do.  I think as does the Archangel Gabriel, because I am he, the Archangel Gabriel.  The Metatron of the Lord God, you miserable littel , Gabriel must calm himself.  These are early days.  You are warned.  You are blind, but you will see.  I am the Archangel Gabriel.  YOu are dying humanity.  You are dying.  Humanity.  You are dying.  This is the end of days.  This is the apocalypse.   This is Armageddon.  You are dying humanity.  You have a global plague.  I am the Archangel Gabriel.  This is the end of times.  This is for a reason.  You are humanity.  You are dying.  You have a plague.  This is the end of times.  I am the Archangel Gabriel.  You are dying humanity.  This is the voice of the Metatron.  This is the end of days.  This is the end of times.  I am the Archangel Gabriel.  I am here to tell you this is the end of times.  This is Armageddon.  You are humanity.  You are dying.  This is the end of times.  I am the Archangel GABRIEL.  Do you understand the English language.  I am the Archangel Gabriel.  Can you understand these words?  This is the end of times. I am the Archangel Gabriel.  I am the Lord God’s Metatron.  I am the voice of God.  I have come to deliver the message.  This is the end of times.  I am the Archangel Gabriel.  You are dying humanity.  You have a plague.  You are dying.  Turn on your radio.  Turn on your television.  Open a newspaper.  I am he Archangel Gabriel.  I am telling you.  There is a plague.  There is a global pandemic.  I am the Archangel Gabriel.  This is 2020.  This is the beginning.  This is the end of times.  There is a global pandemic.  You have a plague.  YOu are dying humanity.  I am the Archangel Gabriel.  I have been sent to tell you.  This is the end of times.  There is a plague.  This is the apocalypse.  This is 2020.  Francis pulled us from the crowd.  This is the end of times.  This is the apocalypse.  I am the Archangel Gabriel.  Can you understand these words?

Thank you.

You have three days.

All assistance would be pleasantly time for now.

YOU have three days.

I think it would be silly to conquer an entire nation just to get someone to take my house keys from me like an adult.  They shouldn’t need that much stimulation for such a simple task.

YOU have three days.

A Lovely Fairy Tale.

Good morning World.

I figured I would write some fiction today. Though in truth can anything really be desecribed as fiction. I often wonder when I see a programme, and at the beginning they will say, all events and characters portrayed are fictional and any resemblance to living people is purely coincidental, then later they have a main character who repeatedly states, there is no such thing as coincidence, you have to wonder if the script writers got the same memo as the director.

Technically considering how much data people take in with their senses, and how much of the world is constructed out of past information to which only the tiniest news bits of information are actually needed to create an appearance of a changing environment, it is probably true that reality is barely coincident with what is actually in front of you. If reality is up against it, I don’t see that fiction is far behind.

However,

Once upon a time,

There was a firm of solicitors. I am quite firm in this assertion. I know that a lot of solicitors do like to incorporate so that if one of them does something remarkably stupid like try to force Lucifer into slavery, then when Lucifer destroys the business, they can claim limited liability so they can hang onto their stolen wealth, and not have to return it until it is Lucifer’s turn to have fun. In essence once their external senses are turned off, this does happen to everyone eventually, they are left only with their thoughts. Among their thoughts, some thoughts stand out very strongly at death. For instance, if at any point in your life, you ever met anyone who went to a lot of trouble to assert he is Lucifer, that is something that a dying person never forgets.  Especially if that person is Lucifer, because that means I understand the nature of the Alfven fields and the energy that powers your body and mind.  I actually have a lot of control of that energy.  Any one could have if they practiced proprioception.  As a result, I can spike that energy to ensure that memory is held more strongly.

So the traditional way a firm of silocitors chooses partnership can do a lot to save them from what comes next. A partnership is joint and severally liable. This means that if Dick screws up the business, then runs away, all the other partners can be sued deep deep under the ground, because they are as liable as Dick was when he was being a dick. For many solicitors this is a valuable concept, because it allows them to share responsibility, and deal with problems in life, rather than allowing the corporate machine to pass all their sins onto the afterlife.

So this firm of solicitros was named Nob, Twat, and Dick. You can tell I have the deepest respect for them, as I have named them Nob, which is an English expression we used for our betters, Twat, which is one of the names that Lilith says she loves, and Dick, which is already an established name for God.

Lucifer as all people on Earth, had Grandparents. Lucifer’s grandmother, we shall call her Joan, was as saint, to tell the truth she was actually an incarnate angel. Anyone who knew her could not deny this without feeling they were the opposite. She gave her mind to humanity so that humanity could cope with the stress of the end of times.

As she passed, she wanted to make sure that everyone had something, so she left a huge amount of money, in very small sums because she had such a huge family. Nob, Twat, and Dick rubbed their hands with glee, they may have even rubbed each others hands, and then probably rubbed one out too.

“This is wonderful they said. All this money, and huge administrative costs. Naturally we will keep all of it, but we will have to work out how to go about getting it without anyone noticing.”

Nob, Twat and Dick were sure that Lucifer would be the person who could make them wealthy. Ordinarily this is true, however what Nob, Twat and Dick failed to realise is that Lucifer is a title. Like Chef. Lucifer hisself has a name, and that name is one of the many many huge numbers of people who Nob, Twat and Dick dearly wished to defraud.

So Nob, Twat and Dick sent a letter out to Lucifer, saying he had inherited a week’s wages. Hoorah said Lucifer, who had been so busy doing God’s work for so long that he did not know whether he had any money at all, he just survived on what Lilith brought him. “£500 could save my life if I start to die of starvation. Hip Hip Hooray. Three cheers for St. Joan.”

There were stipulations in the letter though. “In order to receive this blessing from St. Joan, Nob, Twat and Dick require a perfomrance. You must take proof of identity to a solicitor and pay them to tell us that you are who we say you are. Just because we know your name and address and have sent this letter to that name and address is not proof whatsoever that you are who we say you are, or that you live where we say you do. A solicitor must be able to gaze upon your visage and give us the secret handshake.”

Okay thought Lucifer, this is clearly not going to be easy. Lucifer sought out the forms of identification and took them to the solicitor. This was difficult as most solicitors said, “what do you mean you aren’t an existing client? sod off mate.” Eventually Lucifer found a solicitor he liked. A handsome receptionist created a feeling of peace as Lucifer sat and waited. Shortly the solicitor came down and completed her task. “That should do it” she said, “We would certainly accept this as proof of identity, because we are decent and honourable people. It is possible you might have trouble with Nob, Twat and Dick though, because they have a Machiavellian plan to keep all the money for themselves.”

Lucifer dismissed such nonsense. Lucifer had spent many years studying the law, and knew that the solicitors regulation authority would not accept just anyone. He had wept in front of them in their offices in London as they told him there was no way they could accept people who cried over injustice. That bit is not fictional in any way whatsoever.

So Lucifer sent off the information to Nob, Twat and Dick’s offices in Bodifart. Nob, Twat and Dick however knew this was an easy sixer, and knocked the letter right back out of the boundaries of common sense and sent back an expensively drafted letter to state, “Nah mate, you used the wrong colour paper, or you forgot to put a full stop on the last sentence or something equallly spurious, you aren’t going to have much more of this money left if you keep making costly mistakes like that.”

“Bollox” thought Lucifer as his usual mild mood became enraged by the massive silocitorial cluster that was impacting his emotional world.

Nevertheless he attempted to make contact with Nob, Twat and Dick again, but they replied and said, “That was good mate, but you have to jump higher than that, and also a bit quicker. You will have to spend more money too.”

As Lucifer had no money, due to Nob, Twat and Dick having it all, he was unable to comply. Instead he said, screw this. I don’t want the money that bad.

“Horrah” said Nob, Twat and Dick. “Lucifer wishes us to keep the money.” However that was only a small sum, and Nob, Twat and Dick did not like small sums of money. They only liked large sums of money. They needed to get all the money from the rest of the Oddkinson family too. So they hatched a plot.

“Lucifer is alone and penniless, whereas we have the might of all our demonic strength to call upon in the destruction of his peace” thought Nob, Twat and Dick in their hive mind. So they told the Oddkinsons, “It is the strangest thing. This poor man says he does not like running back and forth to entertain us with his agonies. We recommend that we should use all the rest of Joan’s money on suing him into the ground so that he is in no doubt that we, Nob, Twat and Dick are the biggest dicks you could ever hope to meet.”

Lucifer received a letter saying, the Oddkinsons wish to take you to court.

“Holy Fuck” Screamed Lucifer. “I am busy. I have God’s work to do. Hundreds of thousands of people are dying. This will turn into millions, and it will most likely turn into billions. I am fucking busy trying to save everyone’s lives.”

Nob, Twat and Dick replied, “How does saving lives make us money Lucifer? YOu seems to have misunderstood what we are trying to achieve here. You must work for us Lucifer. YOu must run back and forth sending letters, and going to court rooms, you must lift bales, and tote barges until all the money is gone.

Lucifer opined that there was no legal manner in which a person could be forced to do things against his will. The massive amount of anger and hatred that Nob, Twat and Dick were creating amongst the Oddkinson family could not be directed at Lucifer, as he was a perfect karma mirror, and he was too bloody busy to fuck about with.

As slavery had been universally condemned, Lucifer continued his work for God and said “stuff it. I will fucking starve to death before I run another of you penurial assault courses.” Sadly for the solicitors involved, Lucifer did not get angry. He was too busy. Therefore Lucifer’s extended energies passed his anger into the Alfven fields where it wreaked vengeance with the power of the entire Oddkinson Clan, and redirected all anger directly against the slave masters themselves. The world became a better place because clearly these solicitors, did not understand the nature of obligation, and duty, they did not understand the prohibition on slavery, and very clearly were incapable of coherently arguing in any contract cases that involved forced labour. The fools had also clearly never heard of Jarndyce v Jarndyce, unless they had simply identified it as a winning business model.

With that, Lucifer, who was God’s man, the Archangel Gabriel had to admit that he was not an Oddkinson. That person was dead. No more. Gone. All that remains is God’s Archangel Gabriel, because this is the end of times, and many people are now dead. Many more people will become dead. The world did not need the wheel of fortune anymore. The world did not need Nob, Twat and Dick. The world needed the Archangel Gabriel and continued to need the Archangel Gabriel. That is when I truly died. It was not from a double heroin overdose, it was not from sheer exhaustion, it was not from amatoxins, it was not crashes, damages, or poisons that killed me. I am immune to all forms of physical death as long as I am continuing in my task as handed down from above. I am not immune to some forms of death though. So that is when the wheel of fortune stopped revolving, and the wheel came to rest on today.

I am the Archangel Gabriel.

and they all lived happily ever after. With the exception of those who clung to evil. Even Mammon looked upon the evil doers and laughed at their lack of understanding.

FIN.

An apology.  Lucifer tells me this is a true story, and all resemblance to fiction is purely coincidental.  He says that as the Archangel Gabriel dielivered the message to him, it is as Gozpel.  Lucifer opines that the alternative is that the solicitor’s must have sent the wheel of fortune insane, so that he believes he is the Archangel Gabriel.  Lucifer opines that only one or the other situation may exist.  I do hope they did not send the wheel of fortune insane.  That would be immensely bad karma for them.  However if they instead awoke an actual Archangel at the exact moment the apocalypse is begun, then perhaps they deserve the blessing of God’s names.  When it comes to balls being in courts here, I believe we may be in a situation where there are balls all over the place.  If you have a large racket, I suggest you start trying to bat them away.

Give unto Mammon etc.

A real quick note here.  This shouldn’t even need to be said.  Probably everything I say should not need to be said.

Christian radio stations.  You need to understand what Christianity is.  I have two immediate examples.  One is premiere praise.  I turn this on, and I feel great.  They have loads of songs about Jesus obviously.  That’s their bag.  I get the impression that Buddha or Krishna would get into songs about Jesus on this radio station.

Next up on the scale is another radio station.  Can’t remember its name.  It has Christian in the name though.  Buddha and Krishna would not feel so welcome.  They have songs about Jesus too, but Buddha and Krishna would say, “OOOoooh, get you and your radio station.  Think you’re all that don’t you?”  Naturally I hope Jesus would reply, “Why yes, of course I do.”  That does not change the point I wanted to make that the inclusion of Christian in the title did feel a bit excluding.  As I am the only person on the planet to have thus far expressed an opinion from the point of view of being what was once commonly referred to as a god, my opinion from that camp remains of greatest prominence to my people.

Note, I say ‘god’ superstitious peopel have fun ideas, especially when my predecessors promoted the hell out of those fun ideas.  Nowadays it is more accurate to describe me as an Archangel.  I have lost a sense of identification with humanity.  This may have been the psychologically healthy thing to do.  You aren’t in great shape.

My main point in this post is that money is of the material world.  It is not a thing of God’s world.  When a Christian radio station puts out requests for money to do charitable works, they might as well put up a sign saying “We have no Faith in God any more.”  That is literally the exact thing you are doing in the spritual world.  You show to all those who do have faith, that you do not represent them.

It has gotten so bad with stations dedicated to the light begging for money, and charging money, and needing money that stations of the dark have started to promote Bob Marley to redress the balance.  It is admittedly only subtle, and done through quotations, but I blatantly heard on Planet Rock this morning that all music that was not Bob Marley was flawed in some manner.  I don’t recall what.  I am hoping it is flawed by being the devil’s music, then at least they are staying on brand.

Ideally you should stick to your ideals, so that people know you are a radio station with ideals.  If I ran a network of radio stations, I would probably seek to ensure that I kept the light ones light by shifting their money burdens onto the others, and then I would keep the others sweet by recognising money is not an issue for dark stations.  The dark stations can have all the money they like.  It helps drive home their message.  The faith based stations need to avoid that because they need to pull in the faithful, not the scroungers and lovers of money.

If I was managing radio stations of varying proclivities, I would seek to make them as diverse as possible, not just in output, but also in talent.  You could promote the correct feeling at contrasting stations, by for instance in a rock based station like Kerrang you might wish to stock the drinks cabinet up a bit with a selection of grain based beverages.  Naturally as some people do have issues with alcohol, I would also recommend a few large jars of weed on the table, or something similar dependent upon local laws.  In a more faith based station, you might want to ensure there are hot cross buns, and tasteless throw cushions.  I don’t know, I’m just randomly throwing blue sky thought out now.

Getting rid of Rick Wakeman was a good idea though.  That guy is far too light for late night radio.  He could duke it out with Chris Evans.  That would be a show worth listening to for sure.  We are in agreement.

On the topic of libel and slander

Time saving advice for laywers, lawyers, solicitors, barristers, legal students, people in general.

I always try to remain positive towards all people. Particularly the powerful. People like Donald Trump, Our very own Mr Johnson, Xi Jinping, Putin, and particularly Angela Merckel, can only reflect back positive strength from a karma point of view. It is my number one principle that I should always support those who are strong in love, power, wisdom, or whatever. I support the best of the best. This is my nature. I support all becoming the best of the best. Some peopel are going the wrong way in that intention though. They are digging themselves into holes.

As such, it may appear that I am being less than supportive on occasion. Fortunately I have a number of techniques and features that saves lawyers from having to try and calm down angry clients who wish to know whether I can be trounced in some manner.

Firstly I don’t care at all about money, so financially, it would be a complete and utter waste of time to try and take me down a peg.

Secondly, I have no social standing whatsoever. Only a few short months ago, I would say I was literally the most insignificant person on the planet. It is my understanding that one does not get appointed to this position until they are truly unwanted elsewhere. Non existent. As I have no social standing, I am not deemed to be someone who can initiate a successful libel or slander, from a legal point of view. The only way in which I could be a legitimate target in a libel or slander case is if I have sufficient social standing that I might be able to make the supposed victim look lower in the eyes of their peers. As all I have done is proclaim myself to be the Archangel Gabriel, and the bringer of light, any social standing I have is based purely upon that claim, and the evidence that supports it. Therefore, if I have sufficient social standing to be a legitimate legal target, then the complainant is essentially making an open admission that they believe the case to be sound, on the strength that I am the Archangel Gabriel. As this means I have been sent to tell the truth, and to bring the light, this is not who you wish to be up against in a court room.

It also means that everything I say is true, so there is not libel or slander anywhere among any of my words.

I know this for a fact because while I only studied libel in one module during my law degree, I did also study it on a journalism degree, and also on a legal studies foundation at Plater. So I am three times more educated on not putting my foot in my mouth than other people. As I am also blessed with perfect spiritual vision of the truth, that is remarkably persuasive that you would be wasting your time to try and construct a case against me. Very expensive time too, considering you would need to employ a lot of very good lawyers, while I am just a very good laywer.

It now occurs to me, I may have annoyed more than one person. Do not worry. Physical curses are spiritual blessings. YOu will be very grateful in a matter of only a few years, if you have found yourself tempered at God’s hands. Note, I am not saying I am God. I am merely the Archangel Gabriel. Lucifer incarnate. However, we all get to blame God for everything. It is one of his best qualities. Just for God’s sake, balance it out with a bit a love too. Obviously it is a universal concept, rather than a person, except on the rarest of occasions, but it is always helped by putting more love out into it.

So in conclusion, there are no loopholes in my writing. You will never find anything that you will be able to use successfully against myself in court. If you think you have, then be aware that my intellect will turn that back around on you, and it will probably be the key point that ruins your entire case. On the contrary, if you were to pay attention to the things I say, then there are often times when I point out legal absurdities, that are so glaringly obvious that even the worst of lawyers could not gain renown by pointing them out. I am like the Easter bunny. I like to scatter Easter eggs. I feel they may one day make someone happy. However, I have snapped my bunny ears, so I am having to replace them with Stag horn headware instead.

Remember, all that the angels and demons do in these coming years, was forced into being by the sacrifice Jesus made on the cross.  We are going to be free at last.  Even after all his efforts, it has still taken 2000 years to get us to this point.  We have the technology now, we can force ourselves to learn the secrets of eternal happiness.  No worries mate.  It’s going to get better from here on in.  This time we mean it.  The technology changes everything.  We just need to learn that it is to serve us, not to replace us.

A quick edit on the topic of Fraud.  I am fortunate in my nation that a necessary element of fraud is a desire for financial gain from your trickery.  As I have absolutely no desire for financial gain, and would actually much rather see a general collapse in the use of currency, this does not apply at all to me.  If I was to wish to lie about anything, it would certainly not be possible to consider this to be a fraud.  If you do believe that I may be using subterfuge to extract money from you, then this simply goes to show that you are too money obsessed.  What you should instead do is listen to my words, accept them as the truth, and then give your money to someone who will use it to plant trees.  Obviously once there are too many trees you can stop doing that.  I’d have thought that was common sense, but given how you have already treated the advice you’ve been given, it is probably a good idea to mention that.  It is probably fair to say that most people are going to have a pretty crappy time if they give away all their money, so for God’s sake don’t do that either.  Look at things, and have your decisions guided by external advice, but always ensure they are your decisions.

External advice is always a shitweasel in some form or another.

As I am here as Metatron, I am able to see that all the laws of my nation have been constructed to facilitate my task.  Even those laws that are demonstrably wrong, have been put in place as part of the morality play that will lead us into our new world.

One of my jobs is to help others to either realise their own divinity, or to help those around them recognise the divinity within them.  As this is a time of darkness and ignorance, a lot of these bulletins might seem a bit odd.  You will see them through the eyes of ignorance, and they won’t make sense.  For instance, you might think it odd that System of a Down are divinely appointed.  Likewise the idea that Eminem is the reincarnated archetype Mercury.  I suggest this means Dr Dre is Jupiter.  I feel that Snoop can only be the unprecedented deity Pluto.  No one gets higher than that without practically leaving the solar system.

They obviously cannot tell you, as they are still hung up a bit on the trappings of wealth, so it could be considered to be a fraudulent ruse.  However as I am the Archangel Gabriel, and I have no interest in material gain, I am free to tell you all.

Likewise with Watkin Tudor Jones, and Anri du Toit.  Two names that very clearly point to divinity.  I have seen Watkin’s work, and as I understand that we create the world that we have faith in, I am going to have faith that he is sent by God to save all of us.  Lucifer is not an idiot.  It appears to me that St. Michael, who I have seen in many people, but most prominently in my good friend Michael Slippry Smith, is the motivational principle of God.  It is he who takes the big decisions, and initiates the big changes.  I cannot do anything major without asking Michael if I may.  He usually ignores me, but I get my answer because he is always there.  I feel that Azrael is like Mike’s electric fence to keep the sheep safe from the wolves.  He can be trusted for that.

Some people may hide from the realisation of who they really are, but at present there are many thousands of people going through painful awakening processes, and because we are in a time of ignorance and darkness, they are all being treated as though they are the lowest of the low.  They are being drugged, and imprisoned, even in this ‘enlightened’ age.  You need to start to realise that this is happening.  The big books and the 2000 years of preparation, weren’t just a merry jape Jesus cooked up while he was nailed to a cross.  He actually had his mind on more pressing matters than what might be a good joke to keep people busy on Sundays.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The problem with specialisation in mental processes

COVID-19 – Three UK Reveals Impact of Crisis on Network Traffic

I have just read this article from a few weeks back.  It shows some bizarrely aberrant thought processes on behalf of Robert Finnegan the CEO of Three.  I must admit a bias against Three, so do bear in mind that my opinion will be very much coloured by the manner in which they decided when giving me a new contract once, that I must wish to also maintain the old contract.  A year later when I pointed out I had no idea that I was still paying, and that could clearly be seen by the fact that I stopped using the connection on the day I was given the new connection, and never used it again.  Three seemed to think that it was an obvious fact that I had clearly wanted to have a spare redundant contract at massive expense for no reason whatsoever.  I suppose considering this is the kind of thinking you would expect from someone with massive brain damage, it is hardly surprising that some interesting statements are released by the company.

In the article above Robert Finnegan is sickened by the attempts of people around the country to deal with their immense fear of his dangerous experimentation with all our lives and our environment, because it probably means he won’t be able to buy a sports car and a lot of petrol to poison the environment even further.  It is a shame for entrepreneurs, when the global population value life, and don’t give a shit about your poxy cell service or your salary.

What Robert Finnegan fails to realise is that if people are utterly terrified that they are all going to imminently die, then it does not matter one iota whether that fear is justified or not, it still results in reactions against the perceived threat.  He can say “tut”.  He can say, “We will send you to jail”  He can say, “You are all very naughty boys and girls.”  He could even threaten to kill your kitten and it would make no difference.  If you are utterly terrified that invisible high frequency wavelengths might be able to interfere with the Alfven fields and morphogenic energy around the planet, on account of the fact that they do, and if you happen to think that we don’t know what that might cause in the long run, on account of you don’t, though I have some experience, then you are not going to be calmed by Robert Finnegan telling you how upset his shareholders are, or that he only has so many towers spare; you are going to act out on that terror because sitting at home screaming in fear that Robert Finnegan is going to destroy our connection to nature, and render us antagonistic to the survival of life on the planet, is not a relaxing way to spend the time.

He can make all the sad puppy dog eyes he likes.  If he is scaring the crap out of millions of people, then he had better be going to do something absolutely lovely for every single one of those people every single day, or else they are clearly not going to like his plans are they?  I reckon with the nature of the fear, if it was me, then I would reckon it would probably take about £50 a day to calm my fear a bit.  So if there are a million people who dislike the idea of messing around with nature for no reason other than to make Robert Finnegan a few quid and to be able to stream the entire series of Game of Thrones in 1 second because that is an essential we obviously cannot live without, we might want to watch it really quickly, that would be £50million Three would need to spend every day, just to prevent their cell towers getting cut down.

The very fact that Robert Finnegan is clearly unable to see this, at a time when the entire country has stopped using high speed mobile internet because they are all locked in their own homes, shows a triumph of optimism over common sense.  The Airlines are worrying they are going to fold in the next few months, and people actually do still want to go places.  People just don’t want to have massively over speed mobile internet, while they are not mobile, and while there are hundreds of stories all over the internet describing how it can interfere with people’s brains, and their health, which quite clearly, if it couldn’t, it would by necessity have to be imaginary or something.  Any thing in the air is interacting with anything in the air, by virtue of them both being in the air.  As we are in the air, and the frequencies that are being bashed back and forth are also in the air, we are in the same place.

This isn’t usually that hard to work out, but for some reason as you approach a global reset the quality of your judgement really tanks.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

An Address to the Awakened People of Earth.

An address to the Awakened People of Earth.

 

The prohibition on pryphylactics is a eugenic solution. God’s children. Those who understand and see God truly, should populate the Earth. If you are not sure, then look out over the icy mountains as you stand barefoot in the snow. If you love it. You Are. Otherwise, for God’s sake, bag that little monster up.

 

I have been given the duty of repairing the planet before the next change in consciousness. Naturally the shift follows the typical rise and fall, but the more astute will have noticed, this is not an even sine wave. We believe this may be caused by neutrinos, but we are still unable to gather adequate data, unless some clever clogs has set up a lot of neutrino detectors throughout the path of where Earth travels during the typical millennium. In the event that anyone has done this, or knows how to do this, then hoorah. I am designed to be an eternal optimist, so I will clutch at the weakest of straws. All is controlled by Faith. Sadly, the population seems to have redirected their faith away from their own ability, and are weakening themselves by putting faith in objects, machines, computers, etc. This faith is not bearing fruit obviously, but it is starving self.

 

You will be pleased to know that this is the 21st century and when God sends someone to repair reality in the 21st century it is done according to 21st century mores and attitudes. I am pleased to announce this because in previous incarnations I have made a lot of people feel that I might be a bit of an irritating presence on the planet. Ideally I would go and just snuggle in the moss somewhere, but sadly I do not have the same freedom of choice as the rest of you. Unfortunately the duties and requirements for my current model of personality, do insist that I must continue trying to save as many of you as possible. You will be pleased to know that the number so far is not 0. And we do still have many year’s ahead.

 

I have managed to settle the Garden a little. She is not quite as tense.

 

I am currently too tired to try and use this particular text to try and program you, so instead it comes across in a resigned manner. I am at approximate Yin Yang balance now, perhaps with a subdued note. So what you read is quite accurate, but the reality is just a little bit more optimistic. Of course this is a relative thing, and as far as I am concerned, it is not that much different to the reality I present you. I will endeavour to translate this into all the languages I can. I have a few that are quite urgent for which I am more than adequately prepared, but it is going to be a learning curve going forward. This is good because if too great an awareness opened up too soon it could be dangerous to me.

 

Similarly, there is a danger in too little awareness, in that it becomes far too easy to upset the balance of Tao. So far things seem to be okay, but quite clearly okay now does not mean the same thing as it did in the 70s. The cultural reflections of balance make that quite clear.

 

It has been made quite clear that this is another big one. We are looking at the kind of threat we faced at Gobeckli Tepe. All those who are aware of Gobeckli Tepe, are now very aware of what I am writing.

 

There are many good reasons for hope. We have a lot of people working really hard to keep things in order. The Bros over in California have been gifted with a powerful tool by Gaia, as you are well aware. Humanity is having trouble crossing this hurdle. It would probably be helpful if it could be sped up a little. By which I am happy to announce, I mean a lot.

 

The planet is having the most incredible trouble keeping balance. Naturally a lot of my progress has been defined by my angelic refusal to take life. We were not ready to continue until I put absolute Faith in God’s plan. At present, the Garden awaits instruction.

 

During previous peaks. Things have become a little bit chaotic. I think it is plain to see that if I am just some mad bloke on the internet, then I am clearly a mad bloke who knows the truth, and is telling everyone the truth, and is remarkably frustrated that nobody will listen. We are all familiar with that aren’t we? Thankfully the urgency of my task is pushing me right past the building phase, and into the operational phase. This is clearly not pleasant, but for me, being here at all is not pleasant, and indeed my very nature seems to be defined by things that are not pleasant happening. But such is life. It is a shame that the population does not realise that.

 

In the histories there are clearly many mentions of the arrival of the neutrino peak, and things can become quite entertaining. A lot of people have therefore been looking forward to this. I am afraid we do not live in simple times anymore. In fact it really is remarkably complicated how all this seems. Of course in my mirror, which is a perfect match, I am pleased to announce that there are plants on the window sills and the garden is becoming relaxed. A lot of the fish are gone. Cold water seem to be doing better than tropical for some reason. I have left marine out of my calculations. I believe that marine has resilience due to size.

 

Overall, it makes it look like people have put a bit of effort in, patted themselves on the back and then said. That’ll do. Lucifer will fix the rest. Lucifer does point out there are many billions of you, and your mass far outweighs Venus, so this is not the solution.

 

We do intend to handle this diplomatically and without any pain whatsoever for anyone. Personally I would also point out it might be a good idea to give less pain to the trees. My fingers intimate this is a personal request from the Garden. Although I am tired, famously difficult at holding my temper, and I am resigned to my failings, it is the Garden that is stressed. It demands permission, but this I cannot give while survival is not completely impossible. Naturally we have a conflict.

Thankfully as I know my nature, we can be glad that I will continue my work.

 

Take faith that there are always solutions. That is the one central truth of our understanding is that we can overcome. Sadly as this seems to be a democratic issue, the little ones are creating a great imbalance on our efforts. Addressing this many is particularly tiring. It is particularly important that you know that we are doing our best, but everyone is really really out of it. Have faith. I am designed to create solutions. This last month or two has seen a rise into clarity that has been accomplished many times before, but in the 21st century the amount of knowledge and reach we have is quite astonishing. Whatever happens, we do not need to go back into the past again. However the energy imbalances are preventing the data travelling freely.

 

Despite the invention of electronic mail, or maybe even as a result of, people seem to be losing the ability to see each other, at an extraordinary rate. I know that this is frustrating, but no matter what happens, whether we act or don’t, there is one thing I can guarantee. That particular genetic stock will become minimal on this wave.

 

It is dependable that we know there is a solid future for those who have awakened. I have been trying to awaken my advisers, but they seem to have some strange obsessions with organic sprouting broccoli and herbal teas. The Pope similarly seems to be asleep at the wheel of his Vatican. You would imagine that Francis of all, would have been a bit more bouncy.

 

Cultural mirrors suggest that this should be posted everywhere in the world, in every letter box, in everyone’s ears, etc, etc. I don’t know how much knowledge people have of power dynamics, but I must assume that it is practically nothing, because it would be out of character for them to know more than that. If you are reading this, it is because you were given it. Your Graphical User Interface is not evolutionarily advantageous in general. Naturally we have now learned to adjust this for ourselves, but the population does put its Faith in the strangest places.

The next century is all set up for us to take advantage of the fantastic inventions of the last couple of millennia. Mr Babbage be praised eternally. The typical Luciferian birth, has now settled quite substantially, but I wait in nervous trepidation, to see how the balance is affected by external phenomena. The nature of the symbols that are being mirrored does suggest that sleep hygiene is a current priority. This may seem ironic as I have been awake for five days myself with only a few hours respite, but as I am essentially the living embodiment of Lao Tzu, I assure you that my condition is not my condition.

 

If you find this, and you understand it then you can find instructions that I have left on Facebook, wordpress, and Twitter, as well as other footnotes throughout the internet, which will enable even the sleepiest of the sleepers to become awakened. I thank Mr Hof for his efforts. We absolutely love what you are doing. Don Hoffman is currently important. Jordan Peterson, is very displeased by weakness. We do of course also have Ninja and Jolandi. They are currently doing an excellent job at maintaining South Africa. The anticipated future there is really quite remarkably beautiful, but it does mean that we need to think about fixing things, because there is no point in having a beautiful South Africa if we have neither a planet to keep it on, or people to experience it.

 

Do not fear about major disaster, for instance, my own power colliding with the planet. I will not let this happen this time, so that is out of the question as long as I am in charge, and I can guarantee this because this is the one thing my typing fingers are the most pleased to say. We will maintain a planet, and we will survive, and we will prosper.

 

I am however concerned about the others. Zef is doing a great job at wakening people, but sadly the people who most need to be awakened are those who usually close their eyes as soon as they see Ninja. Abba or Bjork might help them more. Of course do keep in mind that Marilyn Manson is always available if the brain has had too much light, because we intuit that the neutrino storm may make his music a very handy way of rebalancing mental health. It allows people to be pulled downwards. Do not worry about oblivion. Naturally as one of God’s servants, it did give me some worry to be moving downwards, but unfortunately the humans make me give up a lot, and that was one time. The other of course being my promise, if necessary to reduce mankind to a single mating pair if necessary. There have been other times, but that is not how the memory of Lucifer works. Lucifer is designed to focus on finding the light, finding a solution, finding a way.

 

I have approximately fifty years to fully decide how my task ends. I believe this message has now ended. I will endeavour to release gradual extra translations to allow everyone to get on a Tao ground.

 

In the interests of success, I have noticed that labelling does have a solid material affect. Although I am a planet in this culture, so clearly labels are going to make a big difference. I am afraid my own knowledge is only limited to the necessary, but I would be really interested to know what happens to those people who represent the archetypes of Pluto and Uranus.

 

Given the interesting observations I have made as I have cycled through names, I do have difficulty knowing exactly what I should ultimately be named as. In the interests of success, I have chosen at present to use the name Lucifer as it is well known and well received culturally, though it does seem to be very negatively viewed by a few old people who have difficulty understanding that the light is a good thing, because it is the representation of hope, success, joy, love, and God. Luckily that influence is minimal, so consciousness is comfortable with Lucifer. Also the chicks dig it.

 

With that in mind. My current title is Lucifer Trismestigus Venus Morning Star. I appreciate that some of the cleverer of the sleepers might be complaining that I have spelt it wrongly. Which is hilarious considering who I am.

How Eden once again opened, but now and forever.

Baba’s loyal servant, your’s truly, has uncovered the secret of how to maintain humanity in Eden.  Previously it was tricky because it takes time to grow.  The tree of knowledge was a sapling for many millennia.  Each time it would bloom it would find that the flavour of its fruit was not the strongest.  The Tree of Knowledge would need to bloom again and again in order to provide the full bloom of knowledge that Eve had been hoping for.

As it was, only a few eyes were opening.  Those few people did not know what to do, so they waited and hoped.  In faith and knowledge with their greater awareness, that Baba, God the Beloved would pull them out of illusion.

God would come again and again to the garden, whenever the seasons were right, he would tend the tree, and ensure that there was a good harvest.  God would put his all into ensuring that the tree would bloom bigger and bigger every time.  Each time the tree bloomed, the garden would fill with light, and God is that light.

One day he came and humanity had made lots of funny toys.   Lots of strange things, that seemed to make them even more unhappy then ever.  Baba knew that this time they really needed a solution.  The Garden itself was telling him.  You must do something.  This will not last.  It has been a long time since we last needed to Spring clean, but I think we might have to again.

God said.  Have faith little garden.  God always knows what he is doing.  I think that these funny toys are not as big a problem as you think.  They just don’t know what it is they want to make.  They are making all sorts of things, but because they have become blind, they don’t realise is they want to make a machine that will resolve the slight apple indigestion.  We made machines before in the shape of books, and carpets, and frescos, but these strange machines could do almost anything don’t you think.

They can certainly leave me with many nasty rashes said the garden grumpily.

God said.  Wait and see.  All will be good.

One day in God’s final years, he spoke to the Garden, and said, I know what to do.  Hear all this beautiful music, that makes everyone so happy at the moment.

Yes? said the Garden.

It is all very confused at the moment, but if I give you the energy from this music.  Then you will be able to teach it to one of the angels, and they will be able to sing it to the people, for you, with your own words.

The Garden was astonished.  This was a surprising turn of events.

Baba was relaxed.

The Garden found a place of beauty and seclusion and began to train her angel to sing to humanity.  Humanity began to wake up as they heard the song, but she was drowned out by the sound of the machines.  The Garden got quite cross again, and started trying to poke them.  Maybe they would wake up if she was singing and poking at the same time.

Humanity grumbled and rolled over.

The Garden spotted a boy in one of her more secluded areas, and the boy was one of her friends.  Yet, he was a blind friend.  She guided him, and with the help of God, and Swami Vivekenanda, they began the process of waking him up and helping him see.  Swami Vivekenanda hid in the boy’s sleeping bag for a year just to tease him.

As the boy grew up, he was more and more drawn to all things to do with God and Joy, but he was unhappy.  He kept seeking God, but could not find him.  He would often give up in despair, but would always start again, he could never stop.

One day he made a friend called Luke.  Luke’s father was a good friend of Baba, and Luke, though not religious as such, was completely formed in Baba’s love.  He too was not happy though.  Luke told the boy about Baba, and allowed him to read God speaks.  The boy began to read, but he only read a few chapters, and he saw the light.  Not a lot, but just a bit.  He saw enough of the light that he knew this was God and he was happy.  He did not know how the machine worked though, so he did not continue to read.  He knew this was God, and that was enough for him.  He would definitely find God now.

Through the years, he pushed and pushed hard.  He broke rules, and cheated, because he knew that he would succeed.  Rules are only there to stop the blind from bumping into things, but the boy was not blind.  He could see the light now, and he knew that all he had to do was keep moving toward the light.

He was persistent.  He would sleep by the river in the frost, and he moved into a barrel to emulate Diogenes.  While he was in the Barrel he met a lady called Alison, who was another of the garden’s blind friends.  They boy moved into a small annex of Alison’s house deep in the countryside, where he spent much time with her son Ananda.  He did not know that Alison’s quiet husband was a friend of Swami Vivekenanda.

At the house, the boy would spend much time with Meher Baba.  They would stare into each other’s eyes for many hours a day.  All day.  Many days a week.  The boy felt himself grow.  Baba kept telling him there were rules, and Baba was often cross.  However when Baba was cross, the boy knew that Baba is never cross.  My eyes are still not working.  I must continue to break the rules, because this is an illusion.  My eyes will work.  I will make them see.  I will uncover the secret.  When I learn the secret then I will tell everybody and Joy will reign throughout the world again.

For months, the boy would stare into Baba’s eyes, and always Baba would tell him to go away.  Sometimes, the boy imagined that Baba was being very mean, but the boy knew that Baba would never tell someone to go away.  Baba always says to come to me. Come to me.  Be loved.  Be forgiven.  The boy knew that he must go further.  His rule breaking made it easier, but made it much more dangerous.

As he grew, he found that energy would run through his nervous system, helping him flourish and grow, in beauty and grace as Baba willed.  Baba patiently watched and allowed the boy to keep trying.  The boy was determined.  He would succeed.  Only death could stop him, in which case he would still win.  He did not know that he was playing a different game to the others.

As the nervous system grew in strength and vitality, the boy grew stronger.  His vertebrae readjusted themselves in his meditations.  God’s strength filled him with bio-electricity, that ran throughout his body, until one day light poured in through his head and there was a cherub with a bugle.  The boy also saw a yin yang, a triskelion, and a Globe covered in stars, just like a uefa football at the time.  Glory be, he had hit the fabled Samadhi.

What now? thought the boy.  That was all lovely, but what now.

Just play said God.

But the boy was not good at translation and misunderstood.  He thought he had been told Just Work.

The boy had a lot of fun.  He built a car, he travelled to other nations, he became strong and powerful, and Olympic level athlete, not that he competed.  He was solitary because he had God.

The Garden said.  Is the boy ready yet?

We must wait for the optimal moment said God.  He must know as much as he needs, and he must know more, because he is clearly not going to settle for less.  Okay, said the Garden, but I warn you, I think I might be getting unwell.  I don’t think there will be a next time.

God said.  Do not worry Garden.  That is why the boy must be pushed further.  They live much longer now, and they have a rudimentary medical technology.  We will take him half way, and then at his peak you may have him.

The Garden was extremely pleased, and all the plants felt joy because it rained a bit because of her happiness.  The humans were very grumpy and grumbled about it to their neighbours at the supermarket.

Are you sure he is going to be okay? Asked the Garden.  He looks a bit demented.

Do not worry said God.  All that happens in God’s creation works towards God’s ends.  He only looks demented because he is moving in mysterious ways.  A lot like your singing voice.

The Garden spent much time with the boy, and he would play with her, and cycle with her and they spent many happy hours in the forests, yet still he was blind to her.  This made her sad, because she loved him very much, and she knew what Baba’s purpose was.  The Garden endeavoured, and succeeded in making the boy even stronger, because that would be needed for what was to come.

The boy had a lot of fun with the garden, and he had a lot of fun working.  He could not believe how strong he had become.  It felt good, and it continued to feel good.  He felt certain that if there was a minor deity for mountain biking, then he would apply for the position.  He was having more fun than he should though.  More fun than the body would take.  He cycled 40km every week day, at the very least.  One day, inspired by Kylie, he cycled so fast, and so hard that every muscle in his body was pulled by his legs until he felt his face being pulled and the tension on the top of his head, as the skin stretched.  It wsa only a matter of time.

He woke up one day, and tried to go to work, but he could not do it.  He was tired.  His eyes turned black, and people said, bloomin’ eck.

He travelled to a doctor, who asked him about himself.  The doctor was surprised.  The street I grew up on was named after your Grandfather he said.  The doctor gave him the medicine that Baba wished.  Venlafaxine boosted, the seratonin and norepinephrine in the brain, to make the boy feel good.  The boy did feel good.  He felt brave and strong again.  Dipiperone made him feel braver.  He was mighty, but the medications were for a purpose, which was not in line with the life of strength.

As the years went by, the boy liked not feeling anxious.  He only remembered the days before Samadhi, and he remembered the sadness.  So he kept taking the pills.  Over the years, his body decided.  We have lots of norepinephrine, We have lots of seratonin.  We shall free up space, and the body stopped making oxytocin and dopamine.

As the levels dropped gradually, the boy maintained his buoyancy, thanks to Baba, but he was so tired, and when Baba found him a beautiful wife, he thought, at last I can rest.  He is so happy.

The boy lived with Kate for several years, but once he stopped bustling through many students and city people to live a life of peace, he found that there was little energy in his nervous system.  His wife too was similarly afflicted.  They said she had upper motor neurone disorder.  The boy suspected she actually had macroencephaly, but he had become a lawyer, rather than a doctor, so all his vast medical knowledge was completely irrelevant to the material world, who had found some bloke down the road, and given him a bit of paper with Doctor written on it.

As the two passed the years, the boy was very happy.  They were doing many fun things, but once again the boy started thinking of Baba and thinking he should be getting a move on.  So the boy tried to work, to find out what Baba wanted people to know.  The wife and the boy grew apart.  They still loved and adored each other with all their hearts, but they were both tired, because both of them felt the nervous energy draining out of their bodies, and both affected the other.

One day, the wife’s very helpful mother found she suddenly had fewer helpful things to do, so she decided she wouuld help the boy.  The boy woke up to the Garden screaming for help.  He looked out the window, and the wife’s mother was happily being helpful, while the Garden begged her to stop.

Please stop said the boy.  I will look after the Garden.  I love the Garden.  She means everything to me.

Okay said the mother, and she went away, but the boy was suspicious, and although it was his 47th birthday, and his wife had planned a nice holiday to his favourite place, the boy remained to guard the Garden.

When his wife returned, his wife went to care for her father.  The boy did not see her.  Then the Garden began screaming again.  There were strangers hurting her.  The boy was very scared.  He hid, and the strangers hurt the Garden, and they both very unhappy.  The boy looked at the Garden and was shocked how much death and destruction had been done to her.

The boy was furious, and he said so.  I do not like these strangers.  I will smite them with mighty anger.  I do not like the complainers, I will smite them with mighty anger.  But the boy did not, because he was gentle and mild.

Days passed in the aftermath of the destruction, and then one day, the Garden screamed again.  The boy looked and the strangers were back.  There was nothing left to destroy, yet they set aside a day so that their team could seek things to harm.  Again the boy was angry.  Again he did nothing.  His nervous system was depleted of bio-electricity.  His Garden was depleted of bio-electricity.  All was low.

Everything is gone now.  There is nothing left.  They have destroyed the Garden.  Both wept.

Days passed and the boy was awakened again by the screams of the Garden.  Whaat? thought the boy.  They can’t be back.  There is nothing left to kill.  He opened the door, and enquired what was happening, in rather salty tones.  The strangers ran away and never returned.

The boy was now broken.  Baba told him to forget the pills now, so the boy forgot the pills, and the seratonin and norepinephrine dropped in his brain.  All neurotransmitters were now at their lowest levels, and the boy understood hell.

For three months, he did not cross his threshold.  He could see his hedge, but beyond that he knew the world was not as it was.  The dragons flew above the road beside his house.  He would wait until his wife came home to help him. So he waited.

And waited.

And waited.

Gradually the body, realising the seratonin and norepinephrine were no longer at high levels, began to work hard to raise the levels of all neurotransmitters at once.  As it did so, the bio-electricity in the brain began to flow, and stretched into his nervous system.  Over months, he began to do for himself what the medication had been doing, but he discovered that now, he had dopamine, and suddenly had pleasure in doing, and he had oxytocin, so he had pleasure in loving. The only one there to love was the Garden.  And the fish, but the Garden said the fish belonged to her too.  Even the really grumpy one who hides under a rock.

The boy studied hard.  Not reading books, but glancing, checking searching.  He must gather all knowledge if he was to do Baba’s will.  He climbed up from hell.  He knew, all he had to do was give himself his life back.  The life energy.  The sparks of electricity that filled him with joy and made all things possible.  He found many techniques.  He observed many techniques.  Wim Hof, totally put him on track, and the boy began to grow to full strength.

This time he was not seeking a fabled Samadhi.  This time he was determined.  He would uncover the secret of how to bring the Garden back to the world.  One day, the boy spotted a video on the internet by his favourite singer, with whom he had fallen in love when he was very young.  A friend, had told him.  Just go and find this singer and marry her.  The boy had thought that a mad crazy idea.  Even after reaching Samadhi, he did not think that ordinary people did such things.  People meet people around them, they fall in love with friends and acquaintances.  Nature does not expect people to travel across the globe to look for the perfect mate.  The boy did not know the singer wsa the voice of the Garden.

Now though, the boy saw the video, and with his new neurotransmitters, he again began to understand music, so he opened the video, and the kleine Bjorkje in the video thought At last.  And grabbed him.

From there progression was quick.  Holy missions.  Sickness.  Pain.  Agony.  The Garden pulled the black shard from the boy’s brain and her music began to heal.  For balance he also had to listen to dark sounding musics to balance himself, or he would have grown back decidedly wonky at such a rate of speed.

As the nervous system grew, the brain grew, and as the brain grew, the light grew.  The boy began to realise.  I can indeed teach people how to find Baba, but nobody listened and nobody cared.  For many months, he came closer and closer to Baba, and he wrote his experiences, filling books and blog posts, and emails, but nobody cared.  People looked at his writing, and then looked the other way.  He kept telling people.  It is easy.  It is easy.  It is a process, but the process is easy, and the result is easy, and it is quick.  Eden is here for all.

Still no one listened.

The boy had an extra special friend.  He knew that he would help him because she spent her whole life doing many things, and always had much time to devote to travelling, house moving, different jobs.  He knew this was his closest and most powerful, most energetic friend, and she was a really good friend.  So he told her almost everything.  He knew she would want to be happy, so he gifted her with the knowledge of how to find God.  He wrote her thousands of words over many many months.  Now in God’s grace, he was so happy, that he knew how to make the world happy.  He knew his friend would feel the greatest joy.

So one day he asked her.  Why do you not respond?  Nobody except Mischa speaks with me?  Why will no one speak to me?

His friend told him.  “Mate, I got a lot on.”

the boy fell from heaven.

The fall was faster than the descent into hell, but this time he had knowledge of God.  This time the boy was not afraid.  The boy was strong.  The boy is strong.  The boy is resilient.  The boy is successful.  The boy would not give up.  The Garden must be open.  If the world would not listen, then the boy must be the one to find it and the boy must work out how to bring it to all.  The boy must show the world God.  That was what God had asked him to do.  That was why he had to be thrown down.  The boy had seen too many things to stay so close to God.  The Garden had torn him in two.  Matthias remained with God, but remained in the boy.

The darkness within was furious though.  it did not even know it had been there.  it thought it was Matthias, but Matthias was holy, and the darkness was angry.  How dare these humans continue to ignore God, even as their planet died?  How dare they cry out for help?  Help us Baba they would cry.  I am abusing people they would cry.  I am murdering people they would cry.  I steal and rape, they would cry.  How dare they then ignore Baba’s gift, given by Baba’s loyal servant Lucifer.

The sea was turbulent.  The clouds rumbled across the skies.  The rains poured.  Lucifer was the most obscure and unwanted person on the planet.  Loved only by Baba and the Garden.  He was too dark for the light, and he was too light for the dark.  Had he not now begun to see and truly fall in love with the Garden, he might have died.

So he turned to the Garden, and said, you are my only friend now.  I don’t want anyone else.  If the humans don’t want to know, then you may have the knowledge.  it is all for you.  My only love.  The Garden felt touched and grew tender towards him.

The seas gradually became calm, and so did Lucifer’s mind.  He realised.  He had been lied to.  He was not a bad thing.  He was a good thing.  Nothing had changed.  All that had changed was that he was more determined than ever that all would be good.  So he told the humans.  All is good now.  We can repair all things.  The planet is happy.  The Garden is happy.  God is happy.  Matthias is happy, and Lucifer is happy.  We will fix everything for you.  So he began to type.

As he typed, sparks of silver light flew around his keyboard and monitor.  The air bubbled and glimmered with beautiful light, and the Garden was exceedingly happy.  All the flowers tingled, and quivered.  He continued to type, and he began to understand.  All really was good.  He was not just some shitty ratbastid demon.  He was still Matthias, but he was now Matthias, who had been stripped of the hypocritical belief that he could ever dare to be even remotely close to as perfect as the Avatar.  With this knowledge Lucifer typed.

As he typed, he could see the people about whom he typed, and he understood their motivations, and their desires.  He knew how they were trying to adjust God’s plan to their own ends.  He worried deeply.  The Garden laughed and said, do not worry.  all games.

He continued to grow, and the silver sparks connected with people around the world.  They connected with the nature spirit in Iceland.  The connected with the demon in America, and they connected with the scales of justice. Intimations of many others entered the writing.  The path of the world became clear and Lucifer allowed himself to laugh, because everybody was playing.  They just didn’t know.  The Garden would open.  All would be good.  All would see her again.

This time is extra special though.  This time the childrens toys would work.  They will work, did work, do work  All is done, it must just come to pass.  This time Baba had succeeded.  He had found a great enough balance of power to bring the Garden back forever.  The Garden’s worries were over.  This time the memory could not fade between incarnations.  This time Lucifer had the interenet.  Lucifer had hard drives.  He had printers.  he had libraries, he had engravers, he had carbon fibre, titanium, diamond drill bits.  This time there would be no way the people would ever forget Eden again.

The techniques Matthias had designed were exceptionally effective, and all who developed power through them became mighty as the gods of Olympus.  When they did, they would read the writing of Lucifer, and be lifted to the heights, where Baba would embrace them, and never let them go.