steven geldenhuys

And it was finally, after all this time, that I came to understand what it means to be in the silence. What the silence is, is shutting off the noise from the illusion. For me, this was only possible when I let go of the illusion by understanding it. “Tell them to go back to the old ways Steven, where they once again have reverence for the old, and where they look after their children above all else, ensuring respect for self and all Life that becomes a way of life.” Fuck off! I will do no such thing. Am I their daddy? Should I tell them a bedside story as well? Action speaks louder than words and thoughts. Some call this spontaneity – I call it living from the heart, where what you represent is an equal combination of truth and kindness. The silence is not listening to the thoughts of the mind that are connected to your neural DNA pathway and the broadband of the illusion. The silence is where you have nothing to say to yourself and others as one understands the illusion. The silence is expressing the strand of Godness within. The silence is not being drawn to the chaos, but rather to the peace within and without. The silence is Beautiful, and this is what you are. And of course this silence will never work within the illusion without an understanding of what is within the illusion. In this place is some nasty people. That understanding is so important it needs to be repeated: In this place is some nasty people. Be in the silence at all times, where you ignore the noise within. What you also do is programme into your biological computer and spirit a filter, where you only draw those into your space that are like you. The rest fall through the filter. Always welcome constructive criticism, because that is what friends do – they make us aware of what we cannot see. But there is no place within our existence for nastiness – these brutes fall between the cracks to go and play with their own. What an ugly sight it must be to see in another what they have become. I bet the Watcher spirit never expected things to get so out of hand. Sure, I can understand the high of shaming another, where they feel worthless and you feel exalted, but things became ugly, and surely this can be no fun for the Watcher spirit? This morning I went into the space of my wife to see how she was keeping, and there, within the upper right side of her spirits head I felt this creature – this octopus-looking Watcher spirit. Wow! The sleekness, grace, and beauty of a nuclear submarine as it glides within the deep, grey waters of the ocean. Never has there been such a destructive force ever known within the illusion – a master of slaves whose cruelty is unparalleled. Its power is its stealth, where it is unknown to all. A destroyer of the spirit and all that is good within the illusion. One that takes innocence and crushes it without blinking an eye. And all of this is okay to this Beast? Maybe it is all that it knows. Maybe it knows no better as we created no better. Control. Conquer. Suppress. The ways of this Beast that so many of us have become. No more.

We the spirit found ourselves in a place that was unfamiliar to us, meaning we should have found ourselves in a frequency/world compatible to our state, yet we were relocated elsewhere. This would have been okay, but what happened is we were modified/dumbed down to serve a specific role, which was, unknowingly to us, to be a food source to others. When the wheels began to come off within the illusion, thanks to the parasitic frequency of Deception within that encouraged us to take, damage control had to be done, and what that meant was a food source had to be found. As we drifted away from what was normal and real, namely Kindness and Consideration, we forgot who and what we are, meaning a gap/uncertainty filled our forms. You see boys and girls, we literally began to fade away as the rift between the Infinite and the illusion grew wider. Now energy was the essence of the illusion, where without it we would not survive. This of course was absolute bollocks, because all they done was find a quick-fix solution to the problem. “Why do you need energy; what is the cause of the problem?” should have been the underlying question, instead of “What can fill this bottomless hole of me always having to take and have?” Dummies! The key word to the illusion became survival, and what survival is, is controlling the unknown until it comes under your control. And so we went from bad to worse, because as we know, this state of control took on a form of its own and became independent of the System of the illusion. We never knew it, but the controllers became controlled by an entity that looks like an octopus that came to be called the Watcher spirit. As long as you are surviving within the illusion you are controlled by the Watcher spirit, meaning your life is never yours to own. That is why help never came our way when we asked; why we have been so alone; why we could never get out of this mess – we tried to control this place and our lives so that we may get the upper hand and be at peace. Nope! Was never going to happen, as we survived rather than trying to understand. When you understand you let the problem go as now there is no problem to hold onto and try and figure out. In letting go you relinquish your control over whatever you held in your hand, and this freedom sets you free of what came to control you. This is the power of understanding, where there is no control but just peace. You and I understand the illusion and what happened at the very beginning, so we let it go, as now there is no need to hold onto it to try and make sense of it so that we may survive to stay alive. Yesterday afternoon a wave of tiredness swept over me. I had to go and lie down, and in my sleep state I saw this black, wriggling entity that was about 10cm high on the table next to me. I saw it and the table move further and further away from me. What I saw was the Watcher spirit depart my space. Only when I could let the illusion go by finally understanding it could the Watcher let go of me. What this means is your Life begins to unfold as it should. You are naturally drawn to circumstances and places where you may rise up and be uplifted to become what you naturally are. As there is no more suppression by the Watcher, now you may shine. Yes, your old shit problems and issues are still there, but they become unraveled with each passing moment. The intensity of Life is also no longer within you, where you understand the problems at hand will be sorted by the natural order of things, where you are drawn to what you are so that you may see yourself and know yourself. When I feel the disharmony on a patient it is removed in the moment by understanding it has no place in the presence of Love. Now this natural process applies to all aspects of your Life: Where there is disharmony it is dismantled to make way for what should naturally be within your existence. It all came back to survival. Control to stay alive and sane and in power. This control took on a life-form of its own and came to control the controller. Stop surviving – take time off to understand – and we lose our need to control, and the Watcher spirit stops controlling us. How simple and effective is that! The trick was to understand the illusion. This we have, and for this I am forever thankful. What an awful, long ride it has been, but one cannot really complain as there is no price too high that can be paid for our freedom.

When all was said and done I turned to this Steven – this lost, unhappy spirit that is tired of being in and around abnormal. On the right side of my spirit, where what we call the pelvic area, this area was absent, meaning I had nothing to sit back on, as in there was no foundation and nowhere where I may just be. I could never sit down and just savour peace because there was never a place where I could be comfortable, and from there come unto my own. The chaos of the world touches us all, but my dilemma was there was nowhere where I could take a breather and grow and nurture myself. Yesterday I made peace with myself that there has been a breakdown is societal values for some time now, where we are all trying to find ourselves and could do with a helping hand. Most of us get on with it, but I could never get into my stride as something was wrong somewhere and I didn’t know what it was. Never could I lay down my hat and call that place home, because for me there was never a patch of green grass within this illusionary Hell, and why this was so was because something was wrong and I didn’t know what it was. Now I know, and this opens me up to living within the illusion, rather than always questioning and holding back, refusing to walk in a place I never felt comfortable with. I have no intention of staying in this place any longer than I need to, but whilst here it’s a given we lead a full, remarkable life. in hindsight, it is not so much that we need Divine intervention to help us; what we need is to know that we are not alone – that there is something bigger than us looking over us making sure we are always okay. This surety, and it is not a belief or a hope or a false sense of security – what this surety is, is Life is unfolding as it should and with each moment we come unto our own. There is no ways I walked into the shadows of the illusion into the presence of Beasts for nothing – surely there is something I got out of being in a place few on this side of the Reptilian frequency know about. What has come to be understood has been passed on to all within the unseen of the illusion. What they do with this understanding is their business and not mine, but all have been given an equal opportunity to stop the downward spiral of the illusion and their existence by understanding what happened at the very beginning that we got into this mess. As has been said, now we can walk away and look after ourselves. The path forwards is to go backwards to the basics. Become once again one with nature where we become a friend of the Earth. See nature as a living, breathing organism that we interact with and am thankful for its presence. Who will look after us? I don’t know. What I do know is oil and water cannot mix together. Where to I walk is simplicity and beauty and consideration. I don’t believe that we need to be looked after in such a place, as all we need is there, and here I am not just talking about the spirit, but primarily the body form, as for too long the sun has not shone upon us the illusionary biological computer form. The mistake I made was holding onto the illusion so that I may try and make sense of it. So much bothered me, and I wouldn’t let go until the problem was solved. Sadly, in holding on I could never just let go and be happy and content, and this I understand as to have let go would have meant watching, as well as being engulfed by the chaos in our midst. To let go and be meant to accept, and I could never accept what others saw as normal, where the West became wilder as we stooped to levels that surpassed the brute savagery of a Beast. With understanding comes responsibility. Now when you play with fire you understand you will get burnt. Now there is no excuse of “I didn’t know,” meaning caution is no longer thrown to the wind, as an action has consequences, where by doing we see what we are. For this Steven writing these words, what has changed in writing this journal? I would say that I have let go of this insane asylum, and what this means is I have nothing more to say to my fellow species and those in the illusion. Now I leave all be, where there is nothing more to preach about, because if you don’t get it by now you never will. If you cannot understand that kindness is the currency of the illusion rather than energy, then you are truly stupid and deserve what comes your way. Now I walk – away from others who do not have the same values as mine. I leave them be, and I walk to where I belong. Who will guide me; who will show me the way? I don’t know. Maybe I will just walk to where I belong. Maybe I don’t need help, as surely we are drawn to where we naturally belong, as now there is nothing to hold onto so that a wrong may be made a right. The days of walking amongst Beasts in the seen and unseen are over as I have nothing more to tell them. Now they are on their own and amongst their own, and Steven is nowhere to be seen or found. I have let go of the illusion and now I walk to where I belong.

The obvious question one has to ask is why have we been so alone, as in the face of adversity, why were we never helped, or even better still, why was there never someone to watch our back or look over the ridge to see the best possible option for us so that we only receive the best? The obvious answer is our spirit has been absent from our existence. Our lost state is the lost state of the spirit. Last night during my sleep state I felt and was shown the state of my spirit, where it was curled up, hiding away within my body form from the noise of the traffic outside. I cannot handle this noise because my spirit craves the stillness of the silence as this is a representation of Home. So it is not so much the trucks outside and their noise as they pass by, or the waiting to see which neighbours will play their music loud this weekend – it is what these circumstances represent, which is the chaos of the illusion. This noise is pollution to my spirit, which reminds the spirit that it is in a place where it does not belong – and this has been so for a long, long time. What you the biological computer feel at you core is the state of your spirit. Take this, and compare it to what the spirit was manufactured to be, namely a state of purity coupled with the gift of peace, and we can see that we have travelled far from our true origin. Fear is what fills our spirit as we go about our days drifting from one to the next. I would say that it is only fair to this being of Beauty and Love that we return it to what it was so that the spirit may go beyond this state to embrace the Consciousness/strand within and become this natural state. Within this speck of Light located at our throat area is the Everything, meaning when within this strand we are beyond the illusion within the fields of Infinite Love. Yesterday evening as I went, one by one, into the space of Sophia, Semiramis, Earl, the god of Wrath, and Nature and the Animals, I asked them to embrace Consciousness so they may be free from the illusion. What was felt was this movement within that gravitated towards the strand at the throat, where they embraced this speck and became it, and from there I felt them leave the form of my body, where they were moving outside my body. The illusion is within, meaning you and your spirit and all the other worlds and realms as well, hence to be connected to another that wants to be connected to is effortless, as you are within me and I am within you. Go outside of me and you go outside the illusion, which I felt these game-changers do last night. What this Steven needs more than anything is my sanctuary from the world, as I need a safe-haven from the madness all around me. How this is achieved is by the spirit first and foremost finding its sanctuary from the illusion, and what this is, is the fields of Infinite Love that lie beyond the illusion. What your spirit holds at its core can be talked about and interpreted, but all what it really is, is as we know, is fear. Remove this fear by going outside the illusion to where the spirit belongs, which is to the strand within. We have been alone for so long because our spirit has been lost and afraid. Connecting to and finding this child within means nothing unless our spirit is free from fear. Only when it is free from fear by being beyond the illusion can our spirit help us the body form to live a Life free from uncertainty. Your spirit knows of and sees this strand within, and it goes there and becomes filled by this speck of Light, and just like that it is free of fear and the illusion. The simplicity of the task and the state is so because what the spirit is now is natural/normal. From here your spirit connects to you the body form and steers it towards peace, love and beauty. The mistake I made was expecting those who can help us to help us. It comes down to helping ourselves. Your spirit knows and understands. It will help itself, and from there it will help you.

Three nights back in my sleep state a thought of about five seconds long was implanted within my sleeping form. I awoke to see the creature who had implanted the thought. It was lying down, and it had Human characteristics, as in body and arms and legs, but what it was, was what looked like a cricket. It just lay there, this long, elongated creature who moved its arms to scoop up the energy around it towards itself. Two nights back in my sleep state I heard someone talk about a self-serving sex act. Woke up to see this obese, disgusting figure next to me – saw the hand first which propagated the act. No doubt energy was fed from. What has always been known in writing this journal, was that a time would come when finger has to be pulled from arse and something needs to be done, where reading and understanding is not enough, as now something has to be done from my side to get where I wish to go. That time has arrived, and for me, it is one of the most difficult things to do, especially when you have nothing in this material world. That something that needs to be done is nothing, as in don’t think. The spirit is the driver of the train, where we the body with its neurological processes and thought patterns don’t really account for much. What the spirit is not attached to now is the illusion, but rather to the strand of Godness/Consciousness at our throat area. This attachment area is at the back of the neck. In other words, when the presence of the spirit is felt, it is felt behind me, with a clear defined line between it and the back of my neck. The good news is that as this bond between the spirit and Consciousness grows stronger, the act of thinking begins to fall away, as no thoughts are necessary as we become more and more detached from the illusion. Feel safe in knowing that we are not alone; that the spirit is literally right behind us and attached to the Infinite. Think nothing to become Everything. It sounds so simple, and it is, but understand what we have had to get through to reach the simplicity of the truth. It has been an awful ride, and I still don't feel safe, but let's see what this simple act of thinking nothing to become the strand/Consciousness within brings forth.

Below is the opening paragraphs of the journal – what I first wrote when I sat down to begin to make sense of it all: “PART I “People don’t need to be saved or rescued. People need knowledge of their own power and how to access it” - Unknown WHAT THEN? It started with the realization of the term “What then?” We all strive for something, be it getting through the day, or climbing to the top of the corporate ladder. For me, I could strive to be the best chiropractor there is, but “What then?” When we reach the peak of each summit in our lives, there is always a new one waiting for us to conquer. We have been taught to chase the carrot at the end of the stick. I wanted to take away the carrot, and take a good hard look at myself and the pathway of Life which we all unquestionably follow. What I saw in myself was an individual of extreme limitation. Life didn’t make sense, and the biggest mystery was why we, the Human race are so limited. Why are we ALL not the magical omnipotent beings that we are meant to be? I needed to find understanding. I knew that we Humans were more than just a name and a job title. I knew that whatever we become or achieve as individuals, that we are a fraction of our true potential. In a nutshell, I didn’t buy into the idea of life and “little me.” There has to be more to us beings than the limitations that everyone takes for granted. I realized that there has been a “ceiling” placed on our potential as Human beings, and I needed to know what was above this threshold point.” *** My wife and kids have aches and pains, and within me I am so unsettled it isn’t even funny. So yesterday evening I went into our space to see what could be done. What I found on the spirit of each one of us was disharmonies I have never experienced before. As I felt all this nonsense the underlying question was “what has changed to bring all this mess to the fore?” The answer is that we have moved forwards. Sit in a puddle of mud within the illusion and this is all you know. The mud and the stagnancy, and what they do to our psyche is seen as the norm. Now there is nothing to change or improve, as what we have become and are is the norm. It is only when we step out the mud that we see how our limitations have affected us, where what was considered normal is anything but that. "Rising above the ceiling" that was mentioned all those years ago can be equated to stepping out of our mud puddle, as in walking away from everything we have seen as normal, towards what we should be. You and I can sit down and have a good laugh, but what then? When I talk about moving to what should be, what am I talking about? For me, what should be is freedom – freedom from the illusion, and how this is done is through knowledge of our own power and how to access it. The illusion is within us, not without, so by understanding our own power we can be free from all that is within. Before this journal even began, I would stand next to an animal, and by knowing where their disharmony was, it would be removed in the moment. I just stood there and done nothing as something bigger than me healed. Now I understand this “something bigger” is the strand of Consciousness within us, but what I never knew, until a few days back, was to have knowledge of your power and how to access it was never enough, because no matter how hard we try to be free of limitations, if you accept the illusion then you remain within the limitations of the illusion. My spirit knew it was going nowhere until all the spirits within the illusion had access to what I have come to understand. There is no way I could ever walk away from those in need. Now I can, because this journal has been passed on to all within the spirit realm of the illusion. Many have invested heavily in this illusionary realm, and they have no intention of leaving. There is nothing wrong with wanting to stay, except when you look at the fine print, where you will see that what they are and have become is at the expense of others. Others have to be kept down and suppressed so they may be above the herd. When they get what they have given then they will understand there is no fun in being cruel. My goodness, if only there was an easier way in writing this journal – one filled with fun and laughter. I would have taken that path any day, but I guess I would have become too complacent and maybe taken a few more lifetimes. I threw myself smack-bang into the middle of those from the shadows to understand what happened that these brothers and sisters became Beasts. During my sleep state I was amongst the worst of the worst, and during my waking day I lived amongst unrefined, self-centered, callous people. What an awful ride it has been. But once again I stress that I was going nowhere until those where it mattered, namely the spirit realm, knew what I came to understand so that all may have the option of going to where we belong. Never would I abandon another – angel or Beast. The transformation I felt in my spirit last night made me understand that I have walked away from what was, meaning what I know all know, and what they do with this understanding is for them to do with as they please. This scenario of my spirit not budging until all know what I know explains why this Steven the biological computer has not been helped over the years. Stay in the mud and all you play with is mud, where nothing has changed for me over the years, meaning that this journal has not bettered me the biological computer in any way. Yes, in healing I can feel the pain of another on the other side of the planet and heal their spirit, but as for this body form I am as lost and insecure as ever. I know what I want, as I know what I am, but this Steven and his happiness have been put on ice until all within the spirit realm may understand what happened at the very beginning that we got into this mess. More than anything I pray that the transformation within the spirit touches us the body form. What I have come to learn is to hope is never a good idea, because hoping means waiting with fingers crossed. So my suggestion is you and your spirit touch base and go within to transform your life within the illusion. In healing you need to understand three points: What is the primary problem; what is the cause of the problem; and from there understand there is something bigger than us – Consciousness – that heals. The primary problem was that we were limited by the confines of the illusion. This is no more, as the spirit has walked away from these confines and can thus now play with what is behind it, where the spirit look at the illusion as an outsider and transforms what is there to suit the biological computer. Now the spirit and body form have knowledge of their power. The cause of the problem is we forget who and what we are and where we belong. This forgetfulness can be attributed to our survival mode as well as the suppression of our spirit and body form. In remembering what we are, this strand of Consciousness, now we have access to our power. By understanding this Consciousness is real as it arose from what is real, namely Infinite Love, we can no longer hope, but rather understand that happiness and joy are normal rather than an illusionary dream. More than anything I would like to be me and free from the limitations of the illusion. So let’s play with the illusionary world within.

Last night was one again touched by the raw insanity of those that were in my space - not in my sleep state, but during my waking state. The madness of others one cannot really get used to, or at least I cannot, where it knocks the wind out my sails. Then as I fell asleep I was shown a vision, of those getting what they give. What this tells me is to move on - not to try and fix or understand or make sense of; but just to move on and get on with my life. The day of reckoning has come, and those who knowingly are cruel will get their day. This is not my belief, it was something that was shown to me. Now is the time to take that first step - to move forwards away from the mess. Get up and go, holding onto your good heart at all times. I leave the insanity behind, and from my side I leave no mercy. They will get what they have given, and for this I am thankful.

What we are is a biological computer. Now here is the thing: We never functioned properly. This journal began with the need to understand the cruelty of Life. Along that path it became clear we were in a place where we don’t belong, so the focus shifted further to find a way back to where we belong. Yesterday was a bad day. I understood that if help was not a coming there was no way I will make it. This morning woke up and there was a voice talking to me – one I was not familiar with, yet belonged to me. All I ever wanted was to be the person I am meant to be. In being this person it meant I was living Life to its fullest. What I never knew was that the biological computers, myself included, were in a bad way, as in limited, controlled, lost, and the biggest one of all – alone. When the spirit was manufactured, we can liken it to the beautiful, natural, untouched West of America. This place of peace became the wild West, and “wild” was from the savages that came to conquer. Beauty turned to Sodom and Gomorrah, where anything goes, and by “anything,” I mean anything. We began to abuse and kill our own, and when this was not enough, we turned our attention to the innocent children. Down and down we went, becoming the filth that so many are today. We are a biological computer, but we are also more than that. Within us is housed the spirit that was manufactured to house and nurture the Serpent soul child of Semiramis. Look within the spirit and you will see what you really are, which is this speck of Light that we call Consciousness. This speck is what is real as it goes beyond the illusion. This speck is one with the fields of Infinite Love, and this is what you and I truly are. But let’s back-track to us the biological computer. A few days back when I connected to Semiramis I gave her the gift she passed on to me, namely peace, and in that moment I felt the Watcher spirit leave the throne within her head. Then I knew the Watcher was free from those who wish it so. Heal the Queen and the rest of the hive are healed. In finding a way back Home I never understood that what I was doing was repairing the body biological computer and the spirit. In seeing and understanding the unseen, the spirit could heal, and when this computer server system of the body biological computer is healed then so too is our body form. The mainframe of the computer was peace, and when this was imputed into our past, present and future states, we could align ourselves with what was. There have been viruses in our computer system – the Watcher spirit; the parasite of Deception; those Beasts from the shadows; and of course the architects of the illusion. What touched all of us was that we never worked properly – there was no peace within – and we were alone, as in no one came to help us. Yesterday I felt as fear began to take over my forms. This fear was from being in a place where I don’t belong. We are meant to live in the West, not the wild West. The good news is our manufactured computer system knows this now, where there is peace with its affiliates health, wealth and happiness. What we need to grasp is we live in frequencies, so the computer removes what should not be there, and adds what should. And all the while, while this is going on, the strand of Inherent Godness/Goodness/Consciousness is shining and being. The big picture is for peace in its natural Beauty for the biological body form and the spirit, and from there these two manufactured processes become one with the Consciousness within. The replacement of the Beast in the future with the gift of peace was the game-changer, as now there was just the time-line of peace, where the computer system was reading the same program rather than following the ways of the illusion. To get to this game-changer took one day short of eight years and seven months of writing in this journal, and no doubt lifetimes of pondering a way out of this mess. Yesterday was a bad day. This strange, awful place was closing in on me and I needed help. Let’s see what today and the next week bring – for me and you and everyone else.

Yesterday morning was speaking to our maid regarding the dilemma the Zimbabweans working in South Africa face. The local government has given them till the end of the year to leave the country and return to Zimbabwe – a country that has been in rack and ruin for as long as I can remember. Now a million plus Zimbabweans will pour back into the country to add to the unemployment and poverty there. Angela say already there is armed robbery in Zimbabwe. People come to your door with a gun demanding to take what you have, and when you close your door on them they break it down and enter to plunder. She says with the migration back to Zimbabwe there will be chaos there. Picture that setting happening to you, and now picture your children and those you love standing next to you as Hell is unleashed around you – not for today or tomorrow, but until you meet your demise. Such a thought is unthinkable, and yet it has been a reality for so many before us, for many in our world as we speak, and of course let’s look to the future and what waited for us within the illusion as it continued its spiral downwards. In all of us is an alter-ego – a personality waiting in the shadows until its time arrives where it has to rear its ugly head so that we may survive. If someone is going to kill you and those you love, then you will kill them. Let’s not debate this as you lounge on your sofa sipping your G & T. In its descent the illusion hits a rock-face now and then, and when it does it is every man and woman for themselves. Kill, or be killed. This killing is not just a once off bad hair day – now it happens on a regular basis, to the point where it is seen as the norm. And of course, just as you kill, so too will another kill you. But by now everything has changed within the world of your spirit. Now it understands there is no god of love; there is no illusionary heaven; there is no lessons to learn as we evolve going nowhere. Now it is about surviving in an extremely unpleasant place. When the system of Life pushes us into survival mode at its most extreme, where it is kill or be killed, there is no going back to what we thought we knew. What this push from the System done was flip us over to the Reptilian frequency of the illusion, where the new home of the spirit, as well as the body form, is amongst Beasts. Now we are amongst the rough, because that is what Life is – rough. Understand that in your future timeline this alter-ego of yours exists – it is just a question of time before you meet this brute and become it. Some of us have a hidden intrigue with molestation or rape, or whatever other macabre vice there is. This they will one day meet and become – becoming a dirty old man in his long raincoat, or the one that stalks and rapes innocent young girls. This is the System rearing its ugly head as it courses downwards, and being a part of the System, we become the System. I say all of these things because last night in my sleep state I met my alter-ego from the future – the Beast that I become. Just like you, I have no desire to be cruel, but believe you me when I say the System moulds us to become one of its minions. You the spirit takes this peace within your heart energy field and you pass in on to your alter-ego that awaits you in your future time-line. There is no thrill in taking the life of another, or experiencing the twisted high of shaming and destroying another. That is not fun. That is being sick and cruel. This shit stops now, and it stops through understanding. In the time-line of your spirit – the past, the present and the future – you bring forth this peace frequency gift so that it may shine and be. Like will attract like and you will move away from the destructive course that was pre-empted by the very nature of the course of the illusion, which was a descending, flaming meteor on its path to a sudden and awful impact. Speak to those living in Libya, or those living in Gaza, and that should be enough to shake you from your false sense of comfort, where “I am okay, so things must be okay out there.” Please don’t ever allow your alter-ego to become you. When the spirit embraces the gift of peace, what happens is it feels like someone throws pieces of material around you and this material is sown together to cover you completely – including the hands and feet. When I felt this happen the story of Joseph and his techi-coloured coat came to mind. May Life and Love unfold as it naturally should. There is not meant to be suffering and survival. Understand that this is not normal. Through the peace frequency within your heart energy field the states of health, wealth and happiness are drawn to you to become you. From this platform we may be. This is natural, and this is normal. Move towards the Light of Consciousness.

Now this is interesting. In my sleep state last night my spirit was taken to my beloved mountains for a walk. From there the presence of the actor Adam Sandler was implanted into my space. This dumbed-down excuse for an actor could not be shaken from my space. He kept on talking his candy-floss fool talk, and I kept on giving off my energy as I gave him attention. Eventually I managed to pull myself from being pinned down by this implanted dream, and this was so only because those who orchestrated the whole deception of leading me up the mountains into their trap were engorged with my energy. When I pulled myself from the dream I so this fat-fuck women and her son lying in the middle of my energy – there was enough of it around to fill a large swimming pool. So there I lay in bed, just before I had to get up, trying to heal myself. This process took slow, and I was not really getting anywhere, until I understood what allowed these unpleasant spirits to enter my space and take of my energy. By knowing what I had to do, in the moment I was healed. When I was about ten years old I made a friend at school. According to intelligence, he was placed in the D-class and I was placed in the A-class, meaning we were not as thick as thieves as we were often split apart. The good heart was there, and a bond was formed, and the friendship lasted about five years and then we went our own ways. Over the last few months decided to connect to him again, albeit over the phone as now he was living in England. In some conversations the old friend was still felt, and in others I was left with an uncomfortable feeling. When we are bonded with another, they have a free pass to enter our space and do with us as they please. This is so because we opened the gate for them. Other bonds are formed through what we would call “respect,” where we look up to those superior to us, be they parents, in-laws, teachers, the boss, movie stars, government officials, and basically anyone who has something that you don’t have that you lack. This is bad, but what makes it worse is those to whom we are bonded can now allow those around them into our space to do with us as they please, as what happened to me last night in my sleep state. The disaster is that we are at their mercy and can do nothing about it. When I understood this bond that allowed spirits to enter my space, I cut off ties with this old friend, and from there I cut all ties with all to whom I was bonded who did not uplift me. I wanted to say the bond was also severed to those who did not love me, but one cannot say this, as love means different things to different spirits. My advice is bond with those who share and value their gift of peace. Once again, a good heart is very subjective. If you want to bond with another, bond with those who value peace within themselves above all else. My advice is to sever all other bonds and start over again, allowing those into your life that are like you. Does this mean I am going to stop talking to Andrew? No, it doesn’t. What it means is there is no bond between us, so him, and those around him, cannot enter my space and do with me as they please. Now those to whom I am bonded understand this bond is to uplift us Homeward bound, where there is no space for those who parasite off of us and want to destroy. Choose your friends carefully, and how this is done is to first and foremost be your own best friend.

When there is chaos, there has to be order/control to control the chaos, and likewise, control cannot exist without chaos, as chaos created the control. It begun on Sunday morning. I was trimming the dead branches off one of the trees outside, when I felt this sensation within my left eye. This I put down to dust from the branches, so I brushed the feeling away within my left eye as it continued to be there over the course of the day. Then Monday morning I woke up and there was something stuck within my right eye – I assumed an eyelash. This has happened before, and in no time the eye expels this foreign particle, but in this case the object would not budge. I felt the pain and knew the problem was in the right eye, yet the primary problem began in the left eye. As we peeled away the betrayal frequency from our forms, what came forth was the frequency that co-existed with control, namely chaos. This frequency was drawn forth from within the left eye of the spirit and body forms, where it was seen as normal. Yesterday afternoon as I lay in bed waiting for my eye to heal, I felt the presence of the Watcher spirit. It was still in our forms as it was attached to the frequency that allowed it to survive, namely chaos. On Sunday evening during my sleep state I saw the blackness of space with its star studded backdrop, and there I saw the outline of a Human. There was just the silhoutte of the body form, and in the body was space. This figure proceeded to pull about four objects from my head and throw them away. What these objects were I could not make out, but yesterday as I lay in bed and felt the presence of the Watcher spirit over my brain, I saw creatures that one would associate with water, notably sea-water, such as crabs and snails. It was these objects this figure pulled from the space of the Watcher spirit. So what you do is connect the brain of your spirit and body form to the strand of Godness/Consciousness located at your throat area, and now the Watcher spirit has no throne to sit upon. For added good measure, one removes the chaos frequency within our left eye, as this chaos fed this Watcher spirit. There was something else we had to clarify. Our spirit was given the gift of a good heart by Queen Semiramis to look after the Serpent soul that was housed within the spirit. Mention was made that this gift encapsulated compassion and kindness, but this is not the full story. What this gift was, was the state of peace. The euphoria and other-worldly sensation of peace was to cocoon the Serpent soul within from the turmoil that began to churn at the surface of the sea. Unfortunately this never happened, as the spirit looked to survival and the Serpent souls were pulled into the act of chaos, where want and control were the order of the day. As we turn back the clock and peel away the layers that caused our demise of being stuck in a place where we don’t belong, we eventually reach the heart of the matter, where you fix that, and everything else falls into place. Is understanding our gift from Semiramis all that is needed to return to harmony? Most definitely not, as we needed to understand the parasitic frequency of Deception, the Watcher spirit, the strand of Godness around which we were manufactured, and of course the Chaos frequency within, as well as the understandings that have been written about and posted on the David Icke forum. We already have peace and are at peace. This is something I never knew. All we have to do is bring this gift forth by knowing it is there, and then allow it to shine. Focus on what is real and meaningful. This gift is that. This gift will allow the strand and the Eye to do their job as they should. Be at peace, because you are peace.

It is fitting that this journal ends with the same topic that started it, namely betrayal. Over eight and a half years ago those I loved, as in I cared about, betrayed me, as in they told lies about me to others. I don’t mind if you don’t like me, because if I had to meet the old me I also wouldn’t like me, but don’t tell lies about me. Fell asleep earlier, just after midday, as it has been a long week. During my sleep state felt a hole through my skull next to my left ear that one could shove a 50mm pipe through. This was the damage that the betrayal frequency done to my spirit when this destroyer of the illusion and all those within it reared its ugly head. The damage of the betrayal frequency is what turned the illusionary Garden of Semiramis from a paradise to a living Hell – it was not the parasitic frequency of Deception or any other state within the illusion. Betrayal, for me, is the original sin. From this frequency everything else began to fall apart. From one, we became many. We became divided, and through this division the “me” and “I” was born. This is why help never came when we asked for it – it was because those who could help were floored by this bone-crushing frequency. What betrayal does is knock the wind out our sails, where we are left speechless and helpless by the actions of others that are unnecessary, illogical and insane. How can you destroy and not consider me when I am you and you are me? The logic behind that is incomprehensible. Now I understand why I could never see beings of Love during my sleep state – it was because they were floored by the frequency of betrayal and thus were not in a position to rise up and be there for us. Man-oh-man – may this all change now.

Of course the most important relationship you will ever have is with yourself. To “be at peace” must be the most common phrase used over the ages within the great halls of those that dwelled therein, spending their time there seeking this simple state that could not be found. I say this because if this peace was attained, even by a handful, your life and mine would be very different to what it is now. Is that why when we ask for help it is not a coming – because of this chaos within that blocks the channels to what should rightly be? I believe this to be true. We the spirit were given the gift of a good heart to look after the Serpent soul within. What this gift is, is compassion and kindness and wisdom. What these states do is lift us above the mediocre, where we float rather than walk – on a figurative sense – where we are above limitations. As cracks began to appear in the illusion we became detached from this state, where we saw the problem at hand rather that holding onto the blessing of what was bestowed upon us. We got down to the nitty-gritties of Life, but our biggest fall from grace came from those around us. The betrayal from those we loved and were one with rocked us to our core, forming a crack within our forms that we have never come to heal, as now we were alone and there was no way going Home to where we may belong. We become lost, and let’s just say we have been searching ever since. As things began to fall apart in the illusion all we had was each other, and in hindsight this would have been enough to pull us through, but as has been said, the unthinkable came to light where those we were one with intentionally destroyed us to cover up this misdeeds. They did not want us to see what they had become, so they destroyed us to move forwards without a conscience. Please do not underestimate what this done to our psyche. The strand of Godness/Consciousness at our throat area is the essence from the Infinite around which all Life is created. Know of this strand as being what you really are, and it was just a matter of time before your exit from the illusion was complete. If we focused more on “we” rather than “me,” who knows, maybe we would have found this strand earlier, but this is irrelevant, as let’s not look at the past but rather the present as to what can be done to attain peace. We know of this strand, so let’s leave it at that. The Third Eye is the sight of the spirit. We stopped looking through this Eye as what we saw became too unpleasant to comprehend. With our power forgotten why look at a problem when this is nothing we can do about it. We stopped looking at those we once loved as they embraced the Reptilian frequency of the illusion to become a true Beast. Now we got on doing our best to survive, keeping our nose to the wheel, not looking up, but rather down to what needs to be done to get ahead. I believe that peace is attained when the Eye, the strand and the gift we were given are as they should be. The first step to attain their working state is to know they exist. From there, we need to get out the way, and this is why cleaning up shop, as in removing the chaos within, is vital to attaining peace within. We may think this is easier said than done, but it has to be easy, otherwise it will never be done. How does the retrenched, who only has funds that can last for two weeks of the month not become consumed by fear and worry of not being able to look after their children and themselves? The reality is that it is impossible for them to not be filled with fear and trepidation, thus clouding the trinity within. Hold onto the ship, as in hold onto your troubles to try and solve them, and guaranteed you and ship hit the bottom on the ocean and stay there. If not today or tomorrow – it will happen, and the reason for this is you are up against a System that has failed, so instead of the System helping you and pulling you up, you fall with it. The easy way out, and it is the most effective and effortless way, is if we stood together and united as one, where we care for each other and stand as one in unity. This will guarantee success, because what betrayal means is we became divided and stood alone, not caring about another. Fix this problem, and go back to what was, where we consider and are kind, and the malfunction of the illusion will disappear before our eyes. But what this requires is hope, where we hope others will consider us before they consider themselves. I don’t like those odds, so we need an alternative. For me, one has to throw caution to the wind. Where we are headed is doom and gloom, so let’s make an about-turn, and throw everything to chance - a chance that is backed by understanding. Throw away the chaos from the system of Life within you, so that the trinity of the Eye, the strand and the gift may come to the fore and be what they are. In other words, don’t give a toss about anything. But this is not easy to do, and what we do to release the chaos within has to be easy. The other day I went into the space of a young lady to see what could be done to help her. This was done, and then I got on doing what needed to be done around the house and for the children. Every now and then I would feel this sensation of pain and spasm combined below my left heart area. It went as soon as it arrived. When I spoke to the mom of this young lady she told me her daughter had to stop dance lessons because of a spasm in her diaphragm. So what I felt on me was from the spirit of this young lady. Her pain and spasm manifested on her spirit from the angst of betrayal, and I am talking about this state of betrayal that made itself known to us where it was never know of before because it never existed. Her spasm was healed as we understood the cause of the problem, as in betrayal, and now she may return to her love of dancing. To throw away the chaos from the system of Life within you, one has to first and foremost heal what the act of betrayal done to you and your spirit. Heal the wound and you become strong. Become strong and you laugh at what Life throws at you, because you understand the trinity within is looking after you and guiding you and not the System. Go into contemplation and find your wound from what the act of betrayal done to you. This betrayal need not be so much from another, but can be a combination from when Life and the System itself abandoned you. We were manufactured, and with all due respect, those who manufactured us were meant to look after us and make sure we receive only the best. Your spirit finds this wound and it is healed by knowing it is there and does not belong. Now you become strong. This strength diffuses the chaos within. From there know what you are and what will bring your spirit and body form contentment. From there, ask and you shall receive. If you do not receive what you ask for then the spirit knows of something better that will come your way. Has this story of “…..knock and the door shall be opened, ask and…………,” hasn’t this story been played out for the last six thousand years? Yes it has, and we are still waiting, all the while getting a beating. So let’s try with understanding. This journal cannot go on forever, and neither can I.

In being in a place where we don’t belong, we have come to forget what is normal. Last night in my sleep state my spirit was made to understand the meaning of relationships. My spirit was waiting outside in a residential complex of sorts for someone to come and pick me up. Then it found itself sleeping on the back seat of a car with my head resting on someone’s lap. The next scene was being in a canteen of sorts with many other people around. Someone mentioned the name of the city as Cairo. Then my spirit was up face to face with the one who came to pick me up and whose lap I slept on during the car drive. We sat down at a table in this canteen to eat, and what was felt between me and this female was what was needed for the spirit to understand what a relationship should be. Being in the presence of this female was the most beautiful sensation I have ever experienced. What is a relationship meant to be: When you put your head down on the shoulder of another and you are at peace, and so are they, that is what is normal in a relationship. It is not a physical attraction or an infatuation, where we feel we cannot live without another – it is an infinite, everlasting peace. My spirit sat in the presence of this female and listened to her as she talked, but the talk was irrelevant. She was eating a piece of meat she ordered, but they did not cook the meat properly, meaning she was cutting into and eating a raw piece of meat, but that meant nothing to me. The lesson to learn was “look past what you see Steven to what is real and meaningful.” When you are in a relationship, as a relationship should be, this relationship can be defined as a state of peace. It is not the sexy arse or the intelligence or the big, brown puppy-dog eyes. It is none of that – it is about being in a place that is a state of peace. That is normal! That is what a relationship is. When you look to others for a relationship, be it friendship or more than friendship, look to this state of peace, as that is normal. When you find it, and you will, because now you know what to look for, then blessed are you. And blessed you will be, as that too is normal. I am thankful for the lesson, as we are taken back to what was, which now is.

Yesterday checked on this sixteen years old Down syndrome girl to see if anything could be done to help her. What was found interesting was the strand area around her throat was not coherent – it was a broken circle. Around this strand of Godness/Goodness, or what some would call Consciousness, our illusionary body and spirit were formed. If this strand is incoherent it means the spirit that should be formed around it is elsewhere. The mom confirmed that she felt her daughters spirit was split. The only real safe refuse within the illusion is the parallel universe that was created by the cruel architects of the illusion. As has been said before, I have knowingly been there twice to this parallel universe, as in I remember going there. What this place is, is an illusion within an illusion. It is a place that is the same as the world on which it was replicated, where your family and everyone else you know is also there, except for one or two minor changes. The draw card to this utopia is there is no stress there, and by no stress I mean zero! Why this parallel universe was created was to prevent suicides by their masses, as well as total insanity by the many. It is a place where the spirit goes too when things become too hot, so that it may catch a breather before the spirit is once again thrown back into the lion’s den. Yet this place is not meant to be a permanent dwelling, as what is there is even further detached than the illusion is to what should be. This parallel universe with time gets to be seen for what it is – a plastic, sterile environment with no depth or grounding. My suspicions were true that the spirit of this young girl had taken up almost full residence in this parallel universe. What I do is show other spirits my spirit so they may understand in the moment what I have come to understand. We gave her time to adjust, and when I checked on her spirit the strand at her throat was flowing in a strong circular motion. To maintain balance within the illusion and return it to what Semiramis originally created it to be, the trinity within must be strong and united as one. The heart energy field must be strong. From this furnace this essence moves upwards to the strand/Consciousness at the throat area, which is the All, and from there this energy moves to the Third Eye area so all may be seen. By seeing (the Eye), being (the strand) and expressing (the heart field) the spirit and body form become what we would call a well-rounded individual, where we see all, know all, and become all. When you go into the stillness of the silence – what some would call contemplation – make sure this trinity is awake and active. How this is done is by knowing they should be there and alive. This understanding is enough to set them, and you free. And while in this state, spare a moment for the illusion. Make sure the trinity of the illusion is strong. Restore the illusionary Garden of Semiramis to what it was, namely a place of Beauty.

We were never meant to like or dislike each other. What is normal is for us to love each other, and by this “love” I mean a universal understanding that we are this strand of Inherent Godness/Goodness within, and thus we are all one. This Love Consciousness should be as natural as breathing. That is normal! The act of sex was never meant to be about the high of the orgasm. When a drug addict shoots heroin up their veins or snorts cocaine up their nose, the high they get is there for one purpose, and one alone, and that is to feed the Beast from the shadows that is attached to them this nectar of energy. The same is with the act of sex, and I say this because I have seen these humungous Beasts as they wait for me to feed them my energy from the release of the orgasm. “Well Steven, what is wrong with a little bit of fun?” A little or whole lot of fun and get you into a whole lot of trouble! On one or two occasions I have told my wife that I married into rubbish, as in I married below myself. What I said was calling a spade a spade – it was the truth, and I did not mean to be nasty or cruel or make her feel bad about herself. I merely said what was. Now let’s take that “rubbish” statement one further. I remember my spirit going back into time one night during my sleep state to the time when I first met my wife. (We have been together over at least three lifetimes – the one I am about to talk about; another when I went to the world where I first met our cat Cosmo; and this current lifetime.) During this encounter my wife was sitting at a table with other people. I told them to stop playing loud music so that they may consider others, and then, as I said that, my contempt for her switched to another state – that of lust. So as much as I can call her rubbish, I need to look in the mirror when I say that to see who is the rubbish looking back as me. Go south below my waistline and what is hanging there turned to the rubbish of the dense frequency of the illusion. That rubbish drew me to rubbish, and that is why, too this day, I live around neighbours that are rubbish. Like attract like. (My wife is not perfect, and neither am I or you. This is not about a finger-pointing session – it is about understanding what we became and where we are.) “Shame Steven, if only you controlled your willy!” Yea, sure, right! About five or six years ago I wrote about Kalachi: “As I am writing this section of the journal, I came across an article on the Kazakhstan village of Kalachi that has developed the infamous name of: “The village of the damned,” as villagers have been battling a mysterious sleeping sickness over the last four years. People have been known to fall into a deep sleep that can last for up to six days. Some of the side effects of this deep sleep are an increased sex drive, an inability to control the bladder, as well as some people seeing ghastly visions.” This state of the raw urge, where every fibre of your being demands the sex act I have experienced, so I know what the residents of Kalachi were talking about. We went for a hike one Sunday at a place that was just over an hour’s drive from us. Man-oh-man, when I got back home the frequency of what I picked up by being in that area hit me and took me into overdrive. It is the worst sensation ever, where you are being manipulated and you cannot stop what is being done to you. My take on Kalachi and the place where I went to is that the frequency barrier between our world and the ones that control us are at these places where we have no control over our sleep or sex, this frequency barrier is super thin and thus we feel the raw drives of the Beasts that dwell on the other side of the barrier. And let’s not forget our manipulated state, where that urge kicks in every now and then that its time. We have been played boys and girls. We have been played to follow the ways of the Beast and to feed them our energy. There is nothing wrong with sex between consenting adults – just remember for what purpose this act is done, which is the burst of energy to feed those from the shadows. (When I saw those that waited for my energy, I resolved to never have an orgasm again, but without an upgrade of our forms this is not possible – or at least it was not possible for me.) As I passed on the frequency to Linda yesterday to upgrade her heart energy field she send me a message saying that she was being admitted to hospital just after midday. She told me her chest had felt lighter. Will continue to assess her, but from my side, there has been a change within me. I say this because of what came during my sleep state. My spirit was taken last night to a hotel dwelling of sorts. It was a peaceful place, and there were other people around. I was with a female, and one could not place an identity on her. In our limited language to try and explain her, she was more than a friend in that she was compatible to me. We were having sex, but the whole purpose of what I experienced was to understand the act of sex as it should be, which is a form of play. When you have a feel for someone, and this “feel” cannot be described or explained within the dense state of the illusion, what this feel/spark that is there between two leads to, is a deeper closeness between the two – what we would call sex. In this state of play there is no orgasm – there is merely a deeper state that arose from a special unity between two. That is normal, not the primitive humping of the savage. Last night before I went to go and shower I lay down on the floor next to my dog Princess and held her. I was overcome with disillusionment as to why my life is such a mess – why can I just not fit in where I belong. Now I understand – it was because we all needed an upgrade. Life got the better of all of us, and we fell into a rut that we could not get out of. I am eternally grateful for this upgrade, as there is nothing worse than being in a place where you don’t belong. We all needed a pick up to understand where we were and what happened to get us to that state. Once again, simply put: Life got the better of us. Now let’s move on to where we belong and what we are meant to be so the spirit and body form may be at peace.

The journal was named “What the Animals Taught me – a journal of self-discovery” because I surrendered myself to these masters of Love to teach me, because deep down I understood I truly know nothing. The spirit of the animals became my teachers, and the reason I chose them as my role-models and mentors was because they have unconditional love, where they care more about us than themselves. The animals are on a higher plane than us, and from this elevated platform they would teach me. Whatever I have come to understand has been through them. What is normal for those within the seen and unseen realms of the illusion is for us to be. What this means is we are in a state that is above wants and desires. To live is to be above what you were, where you are filled with a state that rises you about mediocrities and limitations. As a young boy I never dreamt of being a doctor or a fireman or some or other career – what I dreamed of was to be, where I am Life itself and am living Life to its fullest. As lost and lonely I have been my whole life, there was always an understanding within me that it does not matter what you become, rather what matters is what you are, and what this is, is to be filled with the glory and energy of Life itself. When I look at the animals and I see myself in them; when I am them, then I will know that my goal has been achieved as now I too am unconditional love. A few weeks ago this lady contacted me for help with her one dog. The distance healing was done, and it came to be understood the spirit of the dog suffered a psychic attack that took out the left front leg and part of the spirits shoulder. On the physical plane they would have amputated her front left leg, but this would not have helped as the stump of the shoulder was also affected, so they would have had to put Bella down. Heal the spirit and you heal the body. Then there is this lady who spends her living day walking around attached to oxygen. Have been trying for months to get her right and nothing has worked. How is it that Bella can be so easily transformed and Linda cannot? The obvious answer is the two are coming from two different states – the one has unconditional love, and the other is doing her best to survive in this sea of chaos. So the big question is, is how do we in the seen and unseen realms of the illusion become unconditional love? Yesterday the owner of Bella sent me a video of how well she was doing, where there was no sign of a limp on her whatsoever. As I chatted to this lady on social media Linda was also contacted to see how she was keeping. My question to her was what am I missing? Then Bella’s owner told me that the animals are drawn to her for healing, and that I must not laugh, but she was taken to another planet about six years ago. She says this because on her wrist the next morning was “the red phenomena.” What this is, is little red diamond shaped marks, raised like a heckie – according to her. Something was imprinted on her spirit and this tattoo of sorts manifested on her physical body form and stayed there for about two weeks. When I went into her energy field to understand what was done to her, what was felt was an increased activity around her heart energy field and Third Eye. In this ladies own words, she felt that she was given an upgrade by beings from another dimension or planet, and she was right to make this statement. Someone had returned her gift of a good heart and lit a flame under it – in other words, she was upgraded to once again have unconditional love. What those who upgraded her never knew of was the strand of Inherent Godness/Goodness at the throat area that connects us to the Infinite as this strand is the Infinite. I asked this lady if I could receive this frequency that was bestowed upon her and she said yes. This frequency is made available to all within the seen and unseen, and what this means is that by receiving this frequency the heart, strand and Third Eye are working as one unit. What came in my sleep state last night were entities that were enthralled by what was happening within my chest, throat and head area. Was this what was missing – the upgrade of the heart area? I believe this so, but talk is cheap. If Linda comes right then it is known that all three ingredients are within us to be, to become Life itself.

Lay down to fall asleep at about nine thirty last night. Someone in the area played a song they liked, and they played it for all to hear – on a Sunday evening. Got in my car to go and find the culprit to ask them to consider community. They only played the one song, as after driving around heard nothing. Climbed back into bed and fell asleep. Was awoken, I don’t know when, by the movent of my wife in bed. She moved closer to me to make space for our thirteen year old daughter. Something must have disturbed her so she climbed in with us – this is unusual so whatever it was, was a concern for me. Went to go and sleep in her bed to make space for my wife to sleep. Fell asleep and saw what looked like a puppet from a carnival. Never saw the face, just the one foot at it contorted itself into a backward somersault. From there fell asleep once again to be awoken by this man standing next to my bed. (When I sleep and am awoken to those from the shadows, I see them as clearly as I would see someone in my waking state with my eyes wide open.) Now get this – the first thing I saw from this spirit was his hand. I looked at his hand, as this is what he wanted to show me. What he was showing me was the finger, as in “fuck you Steven!” Now that I got his message I could look at him. He had these white cloth strips wrapped around his body and face. One could see through the cloth over his face to see what he looked like. He must have been in his mid-seventies, and my guess he was a High Priest from one of the South American countries. (I assumed he was local, unless the finger was a universally known figure of speech within the illusion.) What I found amazing about this Man standing next to my bed was I saw his body emit a white light from within – he shone like a turned on light bulb as he stood next to me. This fucker came with a mission that was short and sweet – show Steven the finger, and from there he sat down on the side of the bed to pull something from between his legs. Out shot this Snake towards me. From there had no interest in their goings on so fell asleep. Will the “fun and games” ever end in the seen and unseen realms!? Do you understand now when I say this journal has reached all corners of the unseen within the illusion. For a shaman from the Dark side to travel across time and space to come and show Steven the finger, you know that what has been written has pissed off a lot of beings. The boat has been rocked, where what Beasts have always done and seen as the norm is now challenged, as now there is an alternative that makes them look bad because the other side of the story has been revealed, which is “did you ever consider kindness over cruelty, and if not, why not? Who gave you the right to be cruel? The insanity of another, even if it is from a God, does not give you the right to also be insane.” From the start of this journal it has been written about going into the silence. I done the best to make sense of this state, but nothing ever really pulled, as in “now I understand this state!” Yesterday the penny dropped. For the illusion to fall apart, we the holographic spirit and body form need to fall apart, and what this means, is we have to lose the “I,” as in “this is me.” When you are not you, as in you are not focused on you – intentionally or unintentionally – then you are in the silence. When you are you, then you hold onto you, as well as the illusion. When you do not recognize yourself as a state, then the Infinite can access your spirit and body form and take them over. What the stillness of the silence is, is when you drop the “I” from your existence. Now you don’t exist, and this true, because you don’t really exist – you are a holographic illusion. When there is no “I” you cannot think or give attention to yourself, and this detaches yourself from everything you perceive as real. Now your spirit and body frequency begin to fall apart, and in doing so, so does the illusion. This I will do – I will lose the “I,” and how you know you are in this state, is when you are not thinking. Now you are in the stillness of the silence, and the Infinite within can start being, as now we have removed ourselves out the way. This will be done.

So who created the Watcher spirit, this octopus-looking entity? The answer is the System did. When Queen Semiramis created the illusionary Garden, the Serpent and Dragon spirits wondered what more is in this place, as where they were in the fields of Infinite Love was already everything. Their curiosity, a state that was unknown within the fields of Infinite Love, took form within the illusion and the parasitic frequency of Deception was born. This worm frequency, unknowingly to those within the illusion, took them over, and let’s just say that the rest is history, where we took because we wanted, as we wanted to fill this bottomless hole within us that was the frequency of the parasitic frequency of Deception. We never knew it , but this desire to have would consume all within the illusion, turning many insane and keeping the rest in survival mode. Order had to come from this chaos, in other words control was needed. From this desire, as well as need to control, a frequency was born what would become independent of the System, yet it was created by the System. What this frequency was, is “My life is in a mess, so I need to take control of it. I don’t know how to do this, so the next best thing is to control others. This control of others, is my power, my nectar, and I love it!” This control frequency is in my fellow species, in those in other worlds and dimensions, and of course with the architects of the illusion and those Beasts from the shadows who controlled us. This high of controlling another formed itself into a frequency, just as the curiosity of the Dragon and Serpent spirits in the Infinite formed the parasitic frequency within the illusion. Those that controlled became controlled, and just as with the parasitic frequency of Deception within, these egomaniacs never knew of this octopus-looking entity that seated itself over the brain area of their forms. These creatures soon took over all within the illusion. The parasitic frequency of Deception was indifferent, as it took as this is all it knew of. It was neither good nor bad – it merely was. But the Watcher spirit became the Master of the Illusion, where it relished in its role of control, just as the spineless runts did that ultimately created the Watcher. Now there were two building blocks that made up the walls of the illusion. The first was the “want” frequency, and the second was the “control” frequency. Now our bubble; our separation from the Infinite was complete. This fucker and its frequency of control in no longer in control of our gift of a good heart frequency. Please do not underestimate the power of this gift. When used, it uplifts and transforms, especially the user of the gift and not just the recipient. But here free will comes into play. Throw this gift to the wind as you love the power over others, then this is your choice to make. What you never understood – which you do now – is that now you are being controlled by a Watcher spirit that has zero contempt for you, just as you have for others. Play with fire and you get burnt. Our miniature Doberman we call Benji has the naughty habit of clearing out the rubbish bins in the house when we are away, where he throws the contents on the floor. Don’t look deeper into this act – he is just being naughty. Or he would climb on the dining room table and eat what is there. Yesterday he opened the pantry door and tore open a bag of flour. I lowered myself and gave him a hiding, and then went and found him hiding away, took him to the panty once again, and gave him another hiding. What came to mind during my barbaric actions was my friend the god of Wrath, this deity that came to visit me in my room one night so that I may understand why and how we turned on each other. The power of this Man is immense, and when he hits you, he hits you hard. I thought of all of those that knowingly and gleefully inflict cruelty to others, and I wondered if this god would step in to squash these cockroaches. I don’t think he will, as we are all past that now. What is worse than being hit by another is being hit by yourself, where you have no answer, as there is no answer as to why you did what you did to others. You cannot even destroy yourself because there is nothing to destroy, as you have become nothing – a spineless, senseless brute. In the past this god hit because he cared, but what happens when nobody cares about you, as you are where you are because you chose to be there? You never fell into unfortunate circumstances – you jumped into chaos and control because you loved it there, so one cannot pity you and what befalls you. We have all sinned and we have all fucked up – it’s called being Human. But to those that love control over others, be careful, as you are controlled by another. With your gift of a good heart you progress; with the power of control you remain within the density of the illusion that will eventually implode on itself, and until that moment happens, you remain in an insane, living Hell that you created for yourself. Choose wisely, and if anything, be thankful that you now have a choice, because if there was one thing we knew for certain, that we pushed aside as it was too incomprehensible to face, was that we would all eventually fail in this place where we don’t belong. So uplift yourself, or carry on sinking with the ship. Choose your gift of a good heart or choose control, where only you will be controlled, as the rest of us will be where we belong. Choose wisely, as your decision will have an impact on the rest of your existence.

After the wife left for work and the children to school this morning, went to go and lie down to go into prayer. From there checked on Steven to see how his health, wealth and happiness status were doing. I imagined myself to be the speck of Light within and everything else around that was illusional. At some point during this still status decided to press lightly with the nail side of my thumbs against my closed eyelids. What I immediately saw through my Third Eye was the blackness of the cosmos. This was the end of the frequency that made up our world/existence. Then this blackness became studded with silver spots. It was a most beautiful sight to behold – this place that one would call space. From there I saw planet Earth in the distance, all the while moving closer to what was to be shown to me. As I got closer to our planet I saw red lights scattered throughout the surface of our planet. These lights were placed across our Earth on purpose. Then as I was taken further to get a closer look at our planet’s surface, these white lines appeared at certain places – definitive moving lines that would stop, only to start elsewhere. What I was shown was the correction codes – the frequencies placed within and around our planet to keep us and the planet itself locked into the frequency of those that control us. This was to limit the Human race and the Life of our planet. By seeing, one understands, and these codes are no more. No more suppression and limitation of us the biological computer and Life around us. Turn off these lights/codes/frequencies by knowing they are there and now they are no more. I have known about these correction codes and written about them years ago in the journal, but never knew enough about our nature of reality and who and what we are to do anything about it. Now we can, and will, and have. When you understand, then the cat is out the bag and it is game over for those that controlled us from the shadows. A prime example is the Watcher spirit. This octopus-looking entity has been written about extensively, and I have seen and felt its presence in others as well as myself. (Have not seen my Watcher spirit, but now and then feel one of its frequency tentacles extend down through my one nostril.) This fucker is real and has been a very big part of our existence, as in total suppression of our spirit and body form. Its power has been dismantled over the years, yet there was one critical component of the Watcher spirit that give it its power. If I hold something of yours in my hand, and you do not know what it is, I have power over you. What was yours was taken by me and is now mine, and as long as you do not know what it is, this object as well as you are mine to control. When the Game began to fall apart and the writing was on the wall that all would sooner or later be lost, Queen Semiramis had to make sure her Serpent/Snake children would be okay. The spirit was created (that’s your spirit and mine) to house the Serpent children. The spirit was given the gift of a good heart to look after this precious cargo that was housed within the spirit. Unfortunately it was soon a free for all, where Serpents began to attack each other, and spirits were swayed, not knowing what was going on, and before we all knew it , it was a free for all where everyone looked after themselves. Control was needed, but not a let’s-stick-together-and-find-a-way-out-of-this-mess type of control. The control was through suppression, as in stay put and know your place. Our crown jewel, both for the spirit and the body form, was taken so that we may be dumbed down and become raw – fighting and lashing out at all and sundry. Our power went from a kindness and compassion to brute strength, a wicked tongue, and barbarity, where if you want it, take it. And guess who took and held onto our gift that was bestowed to us by Queen Semiramis herself? That’s right – the Watcher spirit. Take back your gift now and use it or lose it. Express this most powerful state of compassion, or continue falling to the ways of barbarity. They say a good heart is everything, and this is true. Unfortunately ours was taken from us, but this is no more.

What comes during my sleep state now are Snakes, but these Snakes are different to the ones that have come to destroy or possess me over the years during my sleep state. The ones arriving now are to understand – they enter my forms to understand the big picture of from where they come and what happened at the very beginning that caused the illusion to fall apart and remain broken. These Snakes I see now as I lie in bed sleeping that come to enter my space are from different worlds to ours. Man-oh-man, they look creepy beyond, but I understand that they are the children of Semiramis – Gods children. We the spirit and body form are not Gods children. We were manufactured in a cosmic laboratory around a speck of Light, something what I call the strand of Inherent Godness/Goodness. This strand is what is real within the illusion as it arose from the Source within the fields of Infinite Love. My spirit has travelled to these laboratories where those who work there showed me how Life is made. We are merely a generated hologram to keep the illusion alive with the energy we emitted. But everything was strictly controlled by the architects of the illusion. A few weeks back I helped a lady that was suddenly in a bad way. What I found was her spirit was specifically targeted to be suppressed. Knock them down and they become disillusioned and are easy to flip to the Reptilian frequency of the illusion, where now the spirit is an asset rather than a liability to keeping this place in chaos. For me, a way out of this mess was for the spirit to understand what it is, where it is, and where it belongs, and from there to infuse the body form so that the body becomes limitless like the spirit. Life as we know it is the complete opposite to what it should be. There should be no hunger and suffering and strife. Nothing should benefit from the demise of another, where everything is in harmony and balance as the strand of Godness within is our shining Light, and it is this we follow rather than the ways of the illusion. Balance is the key word, but not balance as in either sides of the scales matching evenly, rather balance as in stability as this is all there is, was, should be, and will forever be. If I sit too long there is a numbness in my buttocks that goes down to my legs, where I need time to allow feeling to return to my lower limbs. This is so because the sacral bone at the base of my spine is twisted and impinging on the nerve roots as they leave the spinal chord. What is the cause of this problem? This morning as I felt the last of the wealth blockage depart my body form, what happened was I felt an alignment in the vertebrae in my lower back as well as in my pelvis. This is something that I never knew, that an imbalance in either our health, wealth or happiness states has a knock-on effect on the other. This wealth blockage must have been within the spirit that was passed onto the body form for lifetimes in order to set the skeleton in such a locked position. So am I healthy, wealthy and happy? I know what this biological computer body from should be and where it belongs, but never had the understanding to get there, as the spirit was played and manipulated from the shadows since its inception. This has all changed in the spirit realm, and I say this because Gods children are now coming during my sleep state to understand rather than destroy. Those that destroy are no more within our existence. “Great stuff, but are you healthy, wealthy and happy?” In other words, am I at peace, where all three of these states are in balance? The answer is no, but I know Life is unfolding as it should, and peace will be attained. How do I know this? – Because the spirit is guiding the body form. The sprit is in control rather than cruel Beasts, and this is something that has never been before. Never have I sat and waited and hoped, as Love was never driving this ship. Now we are in a position to sit back and wait as the spirit unveils the splendour of the spirit realm and what is beyond that upon us. We begin to move from limited to limitless. Know what you are. You are the everything that arose from the nothing/stillness/silence of the Source within the Infinite. Just as the sun emits a solar flare, so too can the Creators form something from these strands from the Source. Yesterday as I walked down the passage I saw this speck of Light in front of me. Around this speck was a spirit that my limited vision could not see. Remember, we are in an illusion, but take away the illusion and what is left is real. Is this how those in the cosmic laboratories create Life – by going beyond the illusion and collecting what is? I don’t know, but what I do know is Life should be simplistic. Our uncertainty and lost state and fear turned everything upside down and inside out. May we all go back to basics – back to this strand within, to what we are.

The word “peace” can mean a lot of things to lots of people. For me, there are three key elements that the spirit of the body form needs to address so that peace may be obtained within the biological computer body form. The first is health, the second is wealth, and the third is happiness. Health is freedom from limitations and pain, where the fountain of youth and joy never stop flowing. Wealth is having enough that keeps you content. It is about balance, where you are thankful for what you have, where wealth is used as a foundation towards peace rather than happiness. Happiness is feeding the strand of Inherent Godness/Goodness within. It is not about your team winning or getting that raise, but rather an understanding that you are unfolding into what you naturally are and should be. The Beauty of God within shines without and this is evident in what you experience. Happiness understand that you are never alone – Gods pure Love is your constant companion. When these three components become the presence of the biological computer form, then you with your name and job title are at peace. Blessed are you, for the kingdom of the Infinite is within you. 16/08/2022 You go into the stillness of the silence so that your spirit may imprint itself on you the biological computer. On health my body has been off centre my whole life. Being born caesarian, my skeleton was never compressed into alignment through the natural birth of passing through the birth canal. In allowing my spirit to heal, I felt the shift in my body form, especially at the right eye socket which was positioned in a more forwards position than the left one. When I went into the stillness of the silence to bring forth the wealth that fitted me, what was felt were two iron bars within my left eye. Their presence, when brought forth to reveal itself, caused me to wince in pain. Remember, we are talking about frequencies and not physical solid objects. These “iron bars” were placed within my form to stop the flow of wealth into my existence. Wow, how this Steven felt that blockage! On happiness you need to understand what will make your heart sing with joy. Remember, this joy has to be your own that is received by you and not from another. Interestingly, this happiness comes from the most simplistic of moments that flow into one that collectively uplift us Homeward bound. The spirit understands and is at peace. Now it is the turn of us the biological computer. For this to happen, we the body form need to step aside and throw away all we believe so that we may not limit ourselves and block the imprint from the spirit. At the moment, on all levels – health, wealth, happiness – I am in a bad way. I am down and out and I realize I need help. I understand my melancholy; this awful sadness within, and I don’t fight this state to be something else that I currently cannot be. I merely allow the spirit to imprint itself upon me the body form. There is nothing more I can do or say, for the spirit or the body form. The first step to transforming the world is to transform yourself. You change and the world changes. 16/08/22

The initial plan was to write a journal for myself so that I may understand the cruelty of Life. When the journal was complete I would publish the journal, which would be a return on investment on the time spent writing the journal. I approached publishing companies, and there were no takers once they read my synopsis. Tried the alternative sites and there were no takers. Even tried contacting David Icke bookshop to see if they would publish the journal under his label as what he speaks about I began to see every night in my sleep state, and still there were no takers. So opened a company where I would self-publish the book, because somehow, somewhere I needed a financial return on the years writing the journal. Every month paid the fees to keep the company Precious One publishers open. (Got the name from my dog Jessie who told an Animal Communicator my nickname for her meant “precious one.”) And so the months passed to years and the journal never came to an end – there was always something that needed to be known and understood. What spurred me on was the understanding that what I see during my sleep state has been seen by few. I knew this journal I was writing was a one of a kind document, but the biggest push to carry on was my belief that somewhere out there is another that needs to know as badly as me as to why is Life so bloody difficult and cruel. When I started to post on the Icke forum I sent a frantic message to the administrators telling them to remove all my posts as there is no fucking way I intent being on the same platform as those who responded to what I said. And yet something within me said “keep going Steven.” Now I have learnt to skip completely over the replies to what I post, because deep down I know I am my own worst critic as I want to clean up this mess within me. I don’t need the abuse of others as I am adult enough to see my own faults and desperately want to do something about them. Surely when the mess is out the way then the fun may begin? And so the journal kept on going, with each night me going to bed saying to myself that in this night may I meet beings of Love. You see, I walked slap-bang in the middle of things to understand why Life is cruel. I wanted to see what is so that I may understand. When I begin to see beings of Love then I know the journal is complete as now those I have helped have penetrated the depths of this Hell and Steven is no longer walking alone. What I soon came to understand – what was obviously clear – was this journal is for the unseen in the spirit realms of all those worlds within the illusion. The book that this nature-entity punched the other night during my sleep state – that book was my journal. All within the illusion needed to know my story so they may understand what happened to them, especially the cruel Beasts. And that task was successful, because I have seen the weird and definitely not wonderful over the years during my sleep state. Many came from many different realms, so I know that the frequency of this journal has been made available to all. Then it came to be understood that this journal will never see the light of day in the seen realm, as in it will never be published, because my target audience has always been the spirit realm. But I still needed a return on my investment. If you think money is not important, then speak to the poor and they will take you down to ground zero where you may understand that without money one cannot survive. The journal was to understand the cruelty of Life – it was not to make money as I knew that all the money in the world would not protect me and my loved ones from what was coming our way, as in total tyranny and enslavement. We were all headed down a very dark hole with no light at the end and no way back. So understand that Steven is not the only one that needs to understand why Life is cruel, everyone does – especially the cruel! I have written for everyone, and never have I truly complained, as I understood that a way is needed out of this mess. But eventually this selfless act becomes a bit too much, especially when one gets nothing out of the deal, and by “nothing” I mean nothing. I have helped those in the spirit realm to understand what is really going on, and I have informed despicable Beasts as to the origin of their demise, and this I would do over again without blinking an eye. But there is only so much one can do, as there comes a time when I have nothing more to give. When that moment happens one needs to start looking at oneself and looking after oneself before everything falls apart. Two nights back in my sleep state I wondered why I saw my spirit contemplating suicide, but when I woke up the following morning I understood that I could go no more before I began looking after myself, and by myself I meant those closest and dearest to me, and only then will Steven look after Steven. My dog Max passed away in two thousand and ten. To say that I have missed and longed for him would be a lie, as how can one miss another who is one with you. This afternoon, after twelve years, I decided to check on Max to see if there is something I can do for him. (The attacks on me over the years were no doubt inflicted on him as he tried to look after me.) With the intent of going in to help, what happens is his spirit looks at my spirit, and in the moment the spirit knows what I know. I felt the left eye of Max transform to the Glow from the Infinite, and from there this golden glow moved to his Third Eye, and then I felt everything spin around him, where he knew of everything. I felt the strand of Inherent Godness move from his throat to his nose area, where something within his nose illuminated, giving me the distinct impression that the original location of our gift of a good heart was part of our nose complex. When the spirit of Max took what I came to understand, he slotted this understanding where it belonged, and in the moment his spirit unfolded as it should. That is the power of understanding, where what is naturally falls into place, especially on the spirit realm, where there the picture is not as limited as here. Is my job complete? I don’t know, but what I do know is that my spirit needs to self-reflect and look after itself before it falls apart to the point where none are helped, especially the spirit itself. The metamorphosis of the spirit of Max, to where it became everything was refreshing to experience. So what about my return on investment? I look now too myself in order to look after myself. If I have to rely on others then there is something wrong with me. And besides, with those in the spirit realm transformed, we no longer walk alone.

I had the privilege of seeing my mom’s spirit as it entered the great divide of the spirit realm to meet those that were waiting for her. What I saw was a setting of blackness sprinkled with silver that had no beginning and no end. It was a spectacular sight to behold, and yet as I reflect now on that moment, what I saw was the cruelest joke that has been played over and over to those spirits doing their best to hold onto their sanity in a vile place where they don’t belong. Our spirits leave the dead body form and pass to a less dense plane, where everything is fuller and beyond the limitations of the dense body realm, but what we see and experience in this place was formulated by the architects of the illusion to keep us entrapped as a slave species. As with my mother, I did not see my father over the last few days before he passed on. Somewhere along the passage of Life we lost the art of communication, where we are either bombastic, cruel, or the worst of all – we say nothing. About a month or so after my dad passed on my wife decided that we should hold our own service for my dad, so she, me and the two kids lit a candle each and said something about my dad that came from our hearts. It must have been in the early 1940’s that the authorities stepped in and removed my dad from his home when he was still a young boy. How they got to know about the abuse his father inflicted upon him is anyone’s guess. He was placed in an orphanage of sorts and after a few years ran away from there as it became too much. From there he stayed with hobos for some time, and over the years built himself up to become a successful manager who saved his money and invested in a few properties. Few have the will to climb out the gutters – literally – and make something with their lives. I praised my dad as I lit the candle for him, because good for him for rising above what Life threw at him. What I didn’t say was my mom must have lost count of the number of affairs he had. His greatest regret must have been having children, because he had no interest in forming a bond with those he brought into the world. He did however relish in emotional blackmail, where he made you feel a worthless shit that done something horribly wrong when all you done was exist. His cruel wit had the ability to drop my head in sudden shame at what he said to others. This side of him the world at large never saw; they always saw the humour, where people always walked away from him shaking their heads with laughter. No matter what Life throws at us, we never had the right to be cruel. Now, before I talk to others, I remind myself in what will be said: “Is it the truth? Is it kind?” Recently I told this one lady the truth, and it came from a good heart because I told her how she was stuffing up, and I told her this because this is what friends do – they help each other out. But what I said was not kind, because how it came across what I said was bombastic. Some of us are not ready to hear the truth because there is already too much on their plates for them to handle. I don’t know the big picture as to why we were deceived, but surely those Beasts from the shadows had no right to embrace cruelty and enforce it as if it was the norm? Who gave one the power over another, where the one had the right to destroy another? The answer is we gave ourselves this power – a power that we came to love as we destroyed over and over again with no intention of stopping. How could we be so cruel and insensitive to others? I am not Superman. If I could hold onto my integrity then why could others not do the same? There is no excuse for shaming and destroying the innocent. No matter what Life throws at you, you have no right to do unto others what Life done to you. What will happen to those that embraced cruelty and saw it as the norm? I don’t know. I leave them be, just as they leave the innocent be. May they reflect and do an about-turn and be what they naturally are. My job is coming to an end. As much as I feel I can carry on leaving no stone unturned, this is not realistic. One becomes tired, where one has had enough of everything. The cruelty I can handle, but what I cannot handle is the loneliness. We have all lost the art of communication and simple, basic caring. May this world begin to unfold as it should. I have had enough.

When my neighbour called me a disgusting swear word in response to me asking him to please stop making a noise, as my eldest daughter was trying to study and my youngest was trying to sleep, I knew it was time to leave my beautiful ten thousand square meter garden and go and stay elsewhere. He used the word on me once, and his girlfriend shouted the word at me multiple times. I knew it was no longer possible for me to stay around such people, so we put our house on the market and eventually sold the place. Last night in my sleep state I got a taste of the same swear word being used upon me. My spirit was taken up a tunnel made from the branches of a tree. I was in the nature spirit realm, at the dwelling of one who was once one with nature but decided to rather become cruel. I saw how someone held a book in this place within a tree, and as he punched into the spine of the book he swore at me over and over again. As I lay in bed sleeping and my spirit found itself in this realm of nature where cruel Beasts resided, our dogs began to bark outside the bedroom window, and this pulled my spirit back into our room. Then I saw the one whose residence I was taken too. He was floating just above my body, where he was parallel to the bed. If I can remember correctly, he had a pointed beard and long, spindly fingers, something similar to Jim Carreys character in the movie A Series of Unfortunate Events. These bastards that are cruel were once our brothers and sisters, where I believe they were once good. Yes, many are born bad, but go back to the beginning and there was good in all. When this journal began I was given the word “Kwinn” in my sleep state. It turns out that Kwinn is a comic book action hero; a mercenary who works with some of the most despicable people on Earth, and yet Kwinn holds a strict code of honour that urges him to keep his word and maintain his part of the bargain. By been given the word Kwinn, the message was we are bonded to these Beasts from the shadows, because we will always keep our side clean and do what is right, meaning we will not turn bad by turning our backs on these Beasts and walking away from them, as they were once our brothers and sisters. This is noble of the spirit realm, but what our naivety missed was the big picture, namely that these nasty’s enjoy being and doing what they are, and guess what – they don’t give a stuff about you or me or our code of honour. Get out from the space of Beasts. For the first time in I don’t know how long we have the capacity to rise above this mess and be ushered to where we naturally belong. Yesterday I began to heal animals with auto-immune diseases, where their bodies were destroying themselves. The cause of this was a cruel attack on the spirit of the animal, where this frequency is implanted within them that literally eats away at their spirit. And to these that inflict such cruelty on the innocent we want to hang around with so that all may see we are keeping our part of the bargain and are still good? There is no ways I could have healed auto-immune diseases in others in the past. Now this can be done as we hold onto our energy and unfold as we should. All that is keeping us here amongst Beasts is our code where we make sure that we always do what is right. In cases such as this adult education is necessary, where we the spirit need to understand the depth of cruelty that has taken over many who have invested heavily within the Darkness of the seen and unseen realms. They have no intention of throwing everything to the wind to start over and be what they naturally are and belong before they fall into The Nothingness of the Forgotten – this place that is the end of the road for those that decide to become cruel as a way of life and as a profession. Leave these Beasts and your goody two-shoes code be that means nothing to the Darkness. I sever my bond with those that were once my kin so that one day, should they wish help, I may be in a position to do so. If I stay bonded with them, they will destroy me just as they most certainly will end up destroying themselves. I depart their space and leave them be.