Disclosure
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Emmanuel (Coeus / Polus / Bragi / Thoth / Ganesha) assisted me (prior to channeling him) in my soul drawing shown to the left in November of 2017. Each day that I sat down to draw my picture, I heard or saw something. First he said "trees." The next day, "river," so I drew one at the base of the trees. The following day, "cry me a river," so I drew the flowing river with the tears. The following day, "Where did the tears come from?" so I drew many eyes. A few days later, I saw fire and heard the word "fire!" and drew the flames. Then an owl started appearing in my vision; thus the owl. Many, many butterflies (yet to be drawn) were shown to me as well as my ascension light; which has changed to be more cloud like (yet to be drawn.) I have said for years that when I ascend, I'm going to bust apart into a million tiny pale blue/violet iridescent butterflies. If you are paying close attention to THE Emmanuel and Athena's words, you'll see a lot of references to butterflies. My morning (4:00 am) began. Thank you. (A very loud and clear male voice) (D) Who is this? I don’t know who you are, or what you are thanking me for. I’d say, “Your welcome” if I knew your name. I guess he's not going to fall for that twice. I know who it is!
(D) I haven’t heard from you for days, other than a word or two and a song. Speaking of which, this song just started playing in my head. "I have to say I love you in a song." By Jim Croche. I know it's kind of late, I hope I didn't wake you. But what I've got to say can't wait. I know you'd understand. Every time I tried to tell you, the words just came out wrong. So I'll have to say I love you in a song... (D) You’re perfectly good with words. Why aren’t they letting you say anything? All I’m getting is a bunch of psychic visions or sentences from people that I don’t know, and looping dreams. Here we go... You have customers; you have planned customers. Stick to the plan. Women; I don’t know about you women. The background symbol. (D) It seemed like there are several different beings here; in different timelines.
(D) This must be the upgrade from a few days ago. There is a lot more conversations that I’m hearing from others. Many at the same time; all merging together in a crowd. I've heard people say that they wish they could read minds; this is it! Every day, every life. (D) Is that a song? It seems familiar. What shall we do? This is entrapment. (a woman’s voice) I’m very unhappy with all this collusion. (D) I’m talking to Emmanuel off the cuff. I said that I’m really unhappy about doing disclosure. I thought it was his job. LOL Then you said…
(D) Gee, thanks. (D) So all night again, I had a looping dream. It had something to do with Chicago. It required much forgiveness, so I transmuted it. (D) Once again, I should have recorded it immediately or I lose details quickly. (D) They were showing me someone’s father that got shot; wartime. I think he had a uniform on or something. Did Obama have a deceased wartime father? I thought I saw a younger version of him in the scene and could feel his emotions. I’ll have to look online and see. That’s enough to keep the wolves at bey. I just need to find someone that I can talk to Noone/Nooney/Nunhey/Nunyeh/Noones/Noonez. (D) It’s a name Nunyeh. (D) Darn, I missed one. (D) For a moment, I had a sharp stabbing pain in my left butt cheek. A “pain in the ass.” one might say. LOL Chicken flies (or possibly fries) everywhere (in a southern accent). He was their secretly; yadda, yadda. Look at this. (D) These conversations are multiple; all over the place. Like my soul drawing with all they eyes, I’m watching and listening to many, many people. I’m not sure how to focus in on one specific one at the time; or perhaps I’m not. (D) I feel like my head is in a little vice between the temples and cheek bones. (D) I was focusing before, but it was happening so fast that I can’t repeat it all; like a movie running. We’re going to have to hideout this time. There seems to be some assault in his past; as we know. (D) I saw someone sidestepping to his right. Then lean over and laid his torso down on a table, where he wrote something on a piece of paper. Victims. What about the victims? What’s your blood pressure? 154/82. (D) I was watching a bunch of stuff, but forgot it. Argh, something about… Back in January… What did I tell you! Mariosa is in jail. So why are we helping her out? (D) Something about two festival on a poster on a board. (D) I see a big hot air balloon. |
