If my last post was my comeback post for being away for exactly a year to earn some money so I can keep posting here on my blog, then this post sure contains a story – two stories to be exact – one happy and one sad L. On with our stories!
Story number 1 has an unhappy ending. My ailing father who was in his twilight years (more than a decade short of 100 years) passed away peacefully in his sleep just 3 months ago L. He was sick of prostate cancer for more than a decade, and although he was sick of the disease, he still had a great life chatting with relatives and having mahjong sessions with his closest senior citizen friends.
Until he developed motility problems in his old age, which basically means he had a hard time swallowing food and was constantly choking on the food he ate. So for the past year, it was rather difficult for my dad to eat properly. He lost quite a lot of weight.
All these I am telling you because I need to get it out of my system. The saddest part of this story was that my father was hounded constantly by his fear of his long-term cancer disease and the immediate problem of not being able to eat. And more importantly, his fears were exacerbated by our homebound “Reptilians”.
Yes, as much as I don’t want to raise again the story of the “Rs”, as we fondly call them, it has to be mentioned. Remember when I told you the story of how I and my shamana mentor left our homes to be on the road because the Rs were hounding us? This happened more than four years ago but it felt like it happened only yesterday. And partly the reason why I left home was so that I can protect my family against those Rs. If I wasn’t at home, I had hoped they would have left my family alone. But they didn’t.
Instead, the Rs stepped up on their fear campaign, instilling all sorts of fear-based ideas in my Papa’s head, making him fearful of being alone. I felt so sorry for my Papa but I just couldn’t tell him and the rest of my family about the existence of the Rs. They just wouldn’t believe me. Or, they might just be scared shit out of their wits if they ever believed in it :O.
So one fateful night just 3 months ago, my father passed away peacefully in his sleep. He lost a lot of weight already at that time and had to be connected to an oxygen tank occasionally. In fact, we weren’t expecting him to pass away yet because he was still joking with his caregivers the night before he died.
I said earlier in my post that aside from two deaths, there was an ending and a beginning. When my father passed away, it’s like a part of me died as well – that part of my childhood when you know you have a father that loves you no matter what.
The other part of me realized that I had to let go of my father, that he had to cross over already to the Other Side so he could be safely, happily, and contentedly with His Creator. I knew that with his failing health and his weakening body and heart that it was better off for him to meet His Maker than suffer the torment of the Rs on his mind and subsequently, on his body.
When my father passed away, I saw him in my mind’s eye being escorted to Heaven (or the higher ethereal realms) by my two higher dimensional friends and mentors – the Archangel Uriel (known for wisdom and the bringer of the Fire of Truth), and Odin All-Father (jolly nice of him to escort my father to Heaven, which in my books is the 5th dimension:)). My father looked flustered when he was being escorted, as if he was mighty surprised why he was there at all. But eventually as the days went by (in Heaven’s own timeline), he finally warmed up to his new surroundings and “friends”, and became his merry old self again :).
I said at the beginning of this post that we have an ending and a beginning. The end is my father’s death, the end of my happy childhood memories, and the loss of a father which up to now I am sad to say I am still mourning :(. I had never realized that this would be so painful, even though for the past four years or so I have been trained not to cling to temporal things including family and loved ones.
But I cannot deny that 3rd dimensional part of me, that even though I realized that my father is much better off with The All Mighty Creator, I still miss his presence, even just his FB messages and the prospect of bringing him another bag of soursop leaves for him to boil and drink for his continuous good health.
Living in the 3rd dimension is so complicated and more often than not, sad, frustrating, exasperating, and sometimes, depressing :(!
The beginning is with my father’s passing, I resolved to shake off and bury my fears – and work for the greater good of humanity by helping the still slumbering lightworkers wake up to the prospect of a new Earth, the new Terra whose frequency is ascending into the 5th dimension. Because my father’s death would be in vain if I just hid myself and feel safe in a corner of the world, right? That is not my mission and never was ;)!
So on to the 2nd story.
What do you think is the culminating part of a traumatic personal encounter with a Reptilian? Of course for me, it’s the prospect of NOT seeing or communicating with that entity again. And that is what happened to me quite recently which gave me the impetus to narrate the second story in writing.
About more than four years ago, I encountered one of these nasty R entities which I had briefly mentioned in this post: https://shamanainthemaking.wordpress.com/2016/07/09/an-encounter-with-a-positive-reptilian/ and which I had written a book about. The book is still to be published so I cannot reveal all the scary and mind-boggling details here ;). But, suffice it to say that the subject of that book, the Reptilian entity I had personally encountered, had already recently passed away.
I was informed about this occurrence by the same person who had encountered the Reptilian with me four years ago. It seemed that the aforementioned Reptilian, let’s just call her “Grandma A” because she is a grandma already in her 3D “human form”, fell in her bathroom and had a subsequent heart attack which was the cause of her death.
I am not sure if I should not be exulting over the death of another entity, even though that entity had tormented me grievously in the past. But I just couldn’t help giving a sigh of relief over her passing (I’m not exactly sure if “she” was really a “she” or a “he”; hard to tell under that thick, scaly skin).
Remember what I said at the beginning of my story, that I have two beginnings and two endings? Grandma A’s passing is both an ending and a beginning. It is an ending because with her passing, that chapter of my life, of the torment she gave me and the subsequent fear that hounded me since then have already ended – or did it?
It is also a beginning because I can freely go to that area of the country and visit my old friends there, and not worry if she and her minions were around to “sense” my presence. I am free again to go wherever as I please ;). Or is it really?
As discussed before in a previous post here: https://shamanainthemaking.wordpress.com/2015/10/10/faqs-on-negative-entities/, these entities can either shapeshift (for those who have the ability), use a “holographic suit” to mask their real form while going around our dimension or take on the body of another human person. In other words, they can transfer their “essence” into another physical body in our 3rd dimensional Terra. How they do that is beyond me!
And so on the day that I learned from my friend that Grandma A had passed away, coincidentally I had a “strange encounter” with another senior citizen in another place. I had to visit the nearest city to our village which had a famous fastfood place that people always patronized. So while I was having a late lunch there, an old woman looking like she was in her seventies with greying hair, sat in the table beside my table to eat.
We were quietly munching on our meals at that fastfood. She was wearing glasses, rather commonplace, tanned skin, and with grey hair. Rather similar to the physical appearance of Grandma A but not very fierce-looking like her. Just an average-looking old woman.
Then out of the blue, she turned to me and asked if I could look after her belongings, which was a small, brown paper bag of sorts while she visited the women’s toilet.
I pleasantly agreed, and since I was already finished eating my meal, proceeded to look around at this popular eatery, looking at the comings and goings of people ordering and dining in this place. Since my table was located near the door of the outlet, I would be able to see the old woman on her way to pick up her stuff and out the door.
Well, the weirdest thing happened. I waited, and waited, and waited. And she never came back! Twenty minutes went by. I thought she got flushed down the toilet since she didn’t come out, and from my bearings, didn’t pass by my area out the door.
So I approached the on-duty manager of the outlet and asked her if she could check if the old woman was in the toilet since I had to guard her belongings on the table she left. The manager willingly agreed and went off to check the toilet.
Just a few minutes later, the store manager came back and said there was no old, grey-haired woman at the toilet. As in there wasn’t anybody there!
I was so perplexed that the store staff probably thought I was hallucinating. I told them, well, I didn’t see the old woman go out of the door, and she certainly left the paper bag with me. So we proceeded to look inside the bag – and there wasn’t much there. Just some wrappings of some food; I didn’t investigate further because it wasn’t my bag.
So the manager and I decided to leave the bag with her, in case the old woman returned for it. But for the life of me, I can’t imagine how the old woman could have left the bag with me and forgotten to pick it up on her way out. Or, how she could have left the store without me noticing.
Or did she actually leave the store ;)? As much as how odd I found the incident was, I had this strange feeling that I just encountered Grandma A. In a different form. Obviously trying to leave an impression that she was still around and very much alive – in a different body :O! Ouch!
Still, if she was in a different form, I am still quite happy that that part of my life was over. She wasn’t living in the area I wanted to visit. Not there anymore to pester me and my friends. And that is all that matters.
If there was a lesson to be learned from these two stories, it is that life has to go on and what we need to do is to cope with it according to our Higher Purpose. For me, it is to live each day of my life in 3D Terra for the moment, following my mission to help raise the frequencies of my fellow Terrans in preparation for 5th dimensional ascension without any fear of the Rs or of any negative entity I might encounter. Because what is the point of living if you’re always scared shit? They (the Rs) will still be around unless we kick them out of 3D Terra. The best I can do, for the moment, is to live here harmoniously with them — as long as they don’t hurt me or any of the entities I’m supposed to meet in my lifetime here ;)!
We are all entities of the same and only Creator. We need to live amicably in a planet that was created for our use and enjoyment – both for humans, humanoid entities, and non-humanoid entities. One of the more important things that we need to be cognizant and mindful about is that we incarnated here on Terra for a specific purpose. Find that purpose, live that purpose, execute that purpose because without that purpose, you are like a boat floating on an endless sea.
You guys/gals agree ;)? Well then, welcome back to my blog folks, and hope to hear your comments or thoughts soon :)!