The "explorer of truths"
NOTE: The word "heart " appears approximately 1,000 times in the Bible.

A Channeled Message from Coeus — God of Intellect (Emmanuel) (12/22/17)

I love this message. When I'm relaxed and laughing, the information just flows effortlessly. The banter between us is quite humorous as well. Another thing you might notice is that this is a complete message. He knows when it's necessary to stop for health's sake.

(D) Ouch! What’s up with my knee? ….

Holiday merchants truths exist, but far-off acts of benevolent actions occur simultaneously with the benignly.

(D) Benignly? Isn’t that a medical term? Not cancerous? Oh, the lack thereof.

Transmute, transmute, transmute!

(D) Silently saying the Violet Flame prayers.

(D) It almost feels like a weird growing pain. I’m trying to stretch this out. Song, “Kumbaya my Lord, Kumbaya, Kubaya my Lord, Kumbay…

(D) My sacred heart is open and it aches.

What if I say, how much was given to you, through the acts of others indeed.

(D) Words are flying all around again. Let’s play that mixed up word game; where I have to rearrange them and put them all together into a sentence. Ah...

The road exists in chaos and numbers far beyond your control; humanity exists otherwise. Retaliation in harmony; our hands are clean.

(IDT) *Coeus is rubbing his hands together and shaking it off.

A reevaluation of rogue economies controlled throughout your economic structure eludes detection. Like a bandit; a thief in the night. Lies play a role in the decay of your societies as a whole. For without monies, control vanishes and the peoples flourish.

(D) Some people will probably argue with you. They cannot comprehend how to flourish without monies.

Corporation welfare structures, mix pleasures with results, complicating matters of the ones in pain. Cease mobility from illness, otherwise your downfall to your health structure systems decay happens. A lack of truths exists throughout you otherwise, like dripped discards or bodily supplication. Ones own dissoluteness, self-gratitude without regard for the worship of ones own vessel. Truths exist for those who seek it with and without the need for supplication.

Flowers are fragrant; yet they smell. But what’s their sense of purpose, for bees that pollinate them? Then, they take their sweet nectar back to the hives for production of honey. Brick like gold exists for those who find it in nature. Its here it’s there; it’s everywhere. Without effort it floats in the waters like an uncle-eased low warble it, rumbles and undulates its passionate dance for fortuitous exploration, throughout hidden dale; yet explored.

They say, we said, “Who are you?” Coeus, the explorer of truths. 1:05:11 …mother, the energies yet to be explored. Truths lie deep within, yet to be brought to the surface for examination, for no man examines truths as closely as I. For…

(D) Gratitude’s exist? That doesn’t make sense. Latitudes? Hum, hum…what is that? Hum, hum, it’s like latitudes, it’s….oh….I’m trying!

(IDT) He’s going “come on” with his hands over there. It’s not longitudes, something “tudes.” It’s not multitudes…argh.

It’s likely that I might go away.

(D) Laughing, you're funny. Ah platitudes, we’ll go with that. I wonder what that means?

… platitudes exist for those of weak character.

(D) I’m still not sure about that word. What’s the word?

Your vocabulary lacks little to be desired.

(D) Laughing, Hey, what can I say? I’m an artist.

And not in the vernacular sense.

(D) Apparently. I’m still not sure why you picked me for your scribe? I think it is because it’s who you told me I am. It’s certainly not for who I is!

I love you.

(D) I love you too. **Oh, you’re breaking out into a song…"You're better than the best. I'm lucky just to linger in your light. Cooler then the flip side of my pillow, that's right. Completely unaware. Nothing can compare to where you send me. Lets me know that it's OK, yeah it's OK...You make me smile…" What is that song? It’s a peppy song. I’m humming trying to figure it out. Oh, what song is that!

(D) Ah. I’ll listen to it later. I’m laying here with a grin on my face and it feels like you’re hugging me from behind. I love that. The song is still playing. You make me smile like the sun, fall out of bed, sing like a bird dizzy in my head, spin like a record, crazy on a Sunday night. You make me dance like a fool, forget how to breathe, shine like gold, buzz like a bee. Just the thought of you can drive me wild; Oh, you make me smile...

They say you want to know about catastrophes? They exist.

(D) Laughing…OK.

Earth changes around the earth are climatic events that will occur simultaneously with other climatic changes. No travel for you at this time; for times are a changing.

(D) Oh oh, I hear a song coming on. “Time is on my side; Yes it is!

Fortuitous time-slips are occurring in your time structure. The fabrics that weave time will cease to exist. Walls will come down, making you able to co-exist, simultaneously WITHIN realities in existence.

(D) You like these nature metaphors…

Floating effortlessly on the breeze like a butterfly within existence.

(D) He keeps telling me...

“Nite nite.” Your body says, nite nite, but your mind says, go go.

Caressing, peaceful. You’re getting very tired.

(D) I’m laying here, listening to my heart beat. He’s saying something about sine waves. …?

...travels through sine waves in your heart, transmitting impulses that contain tiny vibrational waves in return.

(D) Darn, it was so good the way that you said it and I think that got it wrong.

Which, metaphorically speaking, create an open channel for ? transmissions…

(IDT) He’s showing me a picture in color that has something spiraling down.

Spiraling down the information highway, into your brains limited capacity to translate the data into comprehendible form.

(D) Gee, thanks. LOL Sometimes, it’s like my heart makes me fall asleep. Then he said,

That is because it emits a sine wave pulse, … that the heartbeat…

(D) He’s swinging a watch, (chuckling) saying to go to sleep.

Nite, nite.

*A later note, pointed out by Chris: Matthew 27:24 When Pilate saw that he was getting nowhere, but that instead an uproar was starting, he took water and washed his hands in front of the crowd. "I am innocent of this man's blood," he said. "It is your responsibility!"

**The song was, "You make me smile," by Uncle Kracker.