The Night of the Pleiadians....
 

First of all, Many Mansions is right, I am narrow minded. Forgive me Stephen, I am working on it.
I used to make this statement, "Pleiadians Exist Not!"
Very foolish and narrow minded. I am going to tell all now ladies and gentlemen, why I used to say that. I am going to tell what happened to me. It is for my sanity. For the record the post to the forces of darkness is a drunken delusion. Very shamefull, and I am ashamed.
This is going to take multiple postings, over a period of time. I came to Shirley's site originally because it is the only one I think this story will be accepted. This website has been my therapist. I am beginning to see how full of it I am. The site ManyMansions posted about getting help for abducties is likely a good one. My postings here are my therapy. My story begins after the second world war, before I was born. There is a posting in reincarnation "Michael Christian Wenct." It is relevent here, because it is my incarnation before this one. The Soldier in this story was a friend of Wenct's. No one on earth, save myself, has any idea that this man saved the planet! He has a name, and is quite famous to enthusiasts of the second world war. He still has family, and his name is withheld out of respect to them.
Once upon a time there was this soldier. He was a truly incarnated knight in shinning armor. His men loved him. He went into battle by their side and risked his life many times keeping them safe. He was master of the 5 man machine gun assault team. A Panzergrenedere, he demanded the highest moral conduct of his men.
His country lost the war. His uniform bore the insignia of the SS. At Nuremburg he was branded a war criminal and spent six years imprisoned. He was innocent of the charges, but he had seen the concentration camps, and once had a brief sojourn as the adjutant to Riechfurher Himmler, of which there was one damning photograph of him sitting in Himmlers office. He accepted his imprisonment for the dishonor of it all. They needed someone to blame.
When he got out an automobile manufacturer offered him a job in their public relations department. He liked it. He got to go to auto races all over the world. He got to travel and visit car factories. He became involved in the developement of new automotive concepts. The ledgend of who he had been in the war preceeded him where ever he went.
One day he was invited by the management to represent the company in a visit to a car factory that originaly belonged to his boss, but was now in the eastern half of his divided nation. It was 1957.
At first the trip was uneventfull. The factory he visited had been stripped of most of it's production line manufacturing equiptment. The output of the plant was two vehicles per month. Trucks of poor quality. The plant manager just led him around in a daze of apathy. No one even asked our soldier how to improve productivity, or if he had any inovative ideas for vehicle construction. He was prepairing to leave when East German Military Police arrived to inform him the provencial Commissar was inviting him to dinner.
The two german policemen took him by gaz {russian jeep} to a Soviet tank park. At the gate the East German Policemen were replaced by Soviet tank army regulars. Our soldier was in the midst's of The First Red Guards Tank Army.
As he was driven through the park to the command post he witnessed the latest models and developements in Soviet tank technology. This was all being orchestrated for his benifit.
The Provencial Commissar was a Soviet Lt. General. He assembeled all his commanders in a long dinning hall in honor of our soldier. The Vodka flowed freely as the meal was accentuated by tales from the war.
Finnaly, after most of the officers retired for the evening the Russian General offered our soldier a cigar and took him out into the night. They walked smoking along endless rows of T54 tanks. The Soviet General boasted of how the soviet union would soon dominate the world. Our soldier countered this statement with his observation that they could not even produce more then two vehicles a month from a factory that once could produce a hundred or more.
The Soviet General laughed, "Our Stalin had some friends in high places!" he said. The General waved to one of the guard towers in the park and a gaz came rolling over. The General and our soldier got in and they drove out of the park. After about twenty minutes they came to a complex that was obviously a prison.
They entered the main building where they took an elevator down several floors below surface level.
The door opened. They entered a room which had one reinforced iron door with a view port. To each side of the door stood a russian guard armed with machine pistol. There was a phone on the wall that the General used. He barked some orders in russian and hung up. He turned to our soldier and said, "Come, let me show you why the Soviet Union will soon dominate the world." He led our soldier to the Iron door and slid the cover on the view port to one side. The General peeked in and then invited the soldier to look. He was not sure what he was looking at. It was huge and grey and floated in the air like a bloated bag. It sort of tapered toward what he guessed was it's front. Beneath it had tenticles like a jellyfish. "This...is alive?" he asked. The General just laughed, and said "Step back from the cell door." The elevator door slid open and four russian soldiers hustled in a prisoner. He was dressed like an office clerk.
His eyes were blackened from being beaten. He was still able to walk. The general pressed a button next to the cell door and all the latches holding it closed sprung. The two guards that were there pulled the door open. And everyone just stood there in awe of what they saw floating in that opened cell. It was a horror!
The general motioned to his men who dragged the office clerk kicking and screaming to the cell, threw him in and slammed the door shut. Our soldier then peered through the view port. The man huddled in the corner of the cell in sheer terror at the thing that was in there with him.
The thing slowly floated toward the clerk. It grabbed him bodily with it's tenticles and incerted the screaming man into it's "mouth" at the front of the hiddious gas bag. It swallowed him whole. A momment later it spat out smoking bones, shredded clothing and the man's shoes.
The General turned to our soldier and said, "These are our friends. They have been with us since 1917, and were Stalins personal allies. They come from the heavens. There are thousands of them here already, and are comming up with a way they can become human." The soldier went into shock, "Become Human?!" The General ignored this and said, "It was they that gave us the technology for the Hydrogyn Bomb!" The soldier asked, "Why are you showing me this?" The general answered, "I have always admired you. This is your chance to come over to our side. They call you a criminal in the west. I can get you a Generals commision and the perks and privlages that go with it!" Our soldier said he would think about it, and returned to the west. He was not about to join with the Russians, who were recently a blood enemy. What he had seen and heard struck him with the same terror that clerk felt before the gasbag consumed him.
On his way back to the west, our soldier stopped in a town where he wittnessed the miracle of a handfull of men using scraped together equiptment stop an entire russian tank army.
He was there February 16 1945. The Kustrin Sailent.
The Russians had blown the "Niech of the White Roses" away after the war. They were afraid of it. The loyal townsfolk replanted the white roses, and placed a statue of the Mother of God there.
Our soldier remembered Michael Christian Wenct. He went to the niech of the white roses and begain to pray.
"Dear God, The thing I have seen....Michael, if you are there, if you can hear me," Our soldier then described what he had seen and what he had been told. I was there along with the rest of the Valkyrie, and we heard every word.
This was the end of 1957. I was born March 1958....1001 times because of what our soldier discovered.
Love, Michael, The Valkyrie.

Re: The Night of the Pleiadians....
 

That is a story. Not a feasible one though.

While dreams and fantasy may defy logic, reality tends to adhere to certain standards.

R



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Re: The Night of the Pleiadians....
 

Feasibility is irrelevant, or I should say your statement is non-sequetor untill the whole of this story is told. This is only the segeway. I have checked with my sources and have been reminded that the Soldier's experience occoured mid-februrary 1958.
Michael D.W. was born March 58' My childhood was uneventfull untill I was four years old. My mother was suddenly gone. My Brother and Father say she cracked up. Her behavior became so erratic my Father litterally threw her out of the house. I did not find this out untill recently. Abandonment issues. I remember being four years old, laying safe upon her stomach......seeing the images she was seeing, and hearing the voices she was answering. Only now do I understand what was going on. My brother now has a clue, but my father passed away without any idea with what really happened with my Mother. Valkyrie transition. She is alive today and put it behind her, one might say...She is in safe denial of it, in order to live in this world. I guess she figures it's perfectly natural to be able to link telepathically with your son. It's just one of those things you don't talk about in public.
I don't know what else you would call us. Joan of Arc was Valkyrie. I know personally. It all goes back to that place on the Oder river 80 kliks from "Beartown". You will find it all stems from that place. It is still there today. The medevile fortress town of Kustrin. No one has ever heard of it here. It is a local ledgend there. The Niech of the White Roses. The Kustrin Miracle of 1437 happened. The way I posted it. A miracle happened on Februrary 16th 1945. It happened against the Russians. The Soviets classified it.
I have several pages of prepaired text, but....
I must reconsider the way I present the sequence of events that play this life of mine out, and the way this past incarnation Michael Christian Wenct is tied into this. My postings about Nicola Tesla's discovery, and the flaktowers are also relevant.
There was one particular species of Pleiadian I am describing here. It has been eliminated so no one has anything to fear. The process of their elimination and the reasons why are to come.
Love, Michael, The Valkyrie.

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Of course I would not link telepathically with my mother for another 38 years from the time she left. The same thing happened to me....my now x threw me out and I went on a terrible adventure in the world of the homeless. My mother sensed my dispair. She called my x looking for me because she knew something was up, "Threw him out?!" I had hitched to another state by then, but distance was irrelevant and there she was in my head acertaining my condition. It was profound. She asked me to call her. It is hard to remain focused on what is going on around one when one is on the "braincell phone." Now I knew why my mother "Abandoned the family!"
In 1962 when the Valkyrie came to my mother the images she was shown was of Kennedy's ride through Dallas, among others. So she was a little unballanced.
My mother is from Germany. Born 1930, guess where. My grandmother was already here so when my father threw my mother out that is where she went.
Of course, the same thing happened to my grandmother, in the early thirtys. That was nazi germany. I can imagine what she saw. My Oma was a paranoid skitzophrenic. The problem was she was usually right and could read a person right off the bat. I used to have this resentment toward her because she always seperated me from my friends with statements like, "They can't understand you, your not like them." after all these years I know what she ment.
In the olden days when a person went through these kinds of changes they became a shameness or a medicine man. Here in this modern secular society there is no place for this and it is considered mental illness.


Love, Michael, The Valkyrie.

Re: The Night of the Pleiadians....
 

Michael,

I am going to Europe in a couple days. I will be going to where Joan of Arc died. Tell me more about this place, and I will look into it more.

Blessings and Peace,
Observer

About Joan....
 

So you want to go and see my little room? You want to know what happened to me in there?
The Pope's Cardinal deemed my virginity had been corrupted by Satan.
The Arch Angels Michael and Gabrial where with me in there. They had to be. To me they appeared as Winged Knights in pollished dark blue-steel armor. Fully helmeted and visored I could only view their mouths. The Lord Creator as the Father was with me, He watched and spoke to me from the threshold of eternity. Satan was in that room of course. It was interesting the way it happened. The Cardinal's guards tied me to the bed and left, rebolting the door behind them. I lay there in full view of the door between my legs. Satan then took up position between the bed and the door and just stood there. The door unbolted and in stepped the Cardinal he walked right to the position were Satan was standing....and just stood there a moment, looking at me, now with Satan's eyes.
The Arch Angle Gabiral stayed on my left and Michael to my right. The Cardinal was sanctifing his rape of me with latin scripture ment to exorcize Satan, in the fury of his lust he glorified him. It did not matter to me, the Angels had taken me out of my body and we just stood there and watched as all fourteen inquisitors took their turn at exorcizim. It was interesting because each one stood in the same spot as Satan and paused to look at me before they begain. They finished me, but it was OK. Father God told me I was their test, and as usual they failed.
What was I supposed to have done? Go home, get pregnant and tend swine? Not after leading an army and earning the adoration of my men!
I thought of my father as they tied me to the central post sticking up out of the pire. "I could never be as good as you sir" I said to Jesus as the fire was lit. I resolved not to scream. It got hot and my hair started to singe. I could feel it starting to burn and I arched my back against the post opened my mouth to let out the most awfull scream of agony....,But instead my spirit leaped out of my body from my mouth.
Don't go to that awfull place. Visit all the Cathedrials insted. There are stained glass representations and statues of me all over the place, and you will be spiritualy richer from the experience.
Love, Michael, The Valkyrie.

Re: The Night of the Pleiadians....
 

Once upon a time there were these Pleiadians. Thank the Father it is only once because out of 1001 tries I have been dealing with This particular brand of Pleiadian 758 times. I speak of incarnations as this self awareness. Time and space is beyond accademic comprehension. It is only my experience, as Valkyrie. Born over and over again in this gastly period of history. Time marches on unabaited and humanity will never really know the deep doo doo it was in. It makes a great science fiction story....the thing is, it aint over yet. I am still here. Hopefully I wont end up like Joan, or Father.
Once again, Once upon a time there were these Pleiadians. Gas Bags I called them. In his infinite wisdom the Lord Creator diverted a comet ment to change the environmental aspects of a certain star in the Pleiadian group.
The chemestry remained for the developement of a race of beings that were not unlike earth jelly-fish. They evolved in their atmosphere from the vast oceans of the planet, Gas bags of mostly methane produced by their digestion. They were inquisitive and quick learning. They achieved the abillity to manipulate their environment. The Whole of this race developed in the period between 1817 and 1917 earth standard time.
They became so technologically advanced so fast it caught the entire galaxy by suprise. Through their tech they were able to transcend the interface between temporal reality and the etherial. They ascended to heaven in their ships. Father was proud of them, untill it became known they had no use for dieties or a creator.
When they entered the time-line of humanity they went straight to Satan first. They offered to help him destroy humanity, which is Satan's aim in the Struggle Eternal.
Satan, being of Divinity, outrightly refused and denounced them, throwing the Pleiadians back out of the time-line.
True to the nature of the beast, Satan covertly delt with them.....
The Result? The Second World War was the manefestation of a spiritual battle between three sides.
The US, Great Briton, Canada...Good
The Nazis...Evil
The Soviet Union...Pleiadian
The Pleiadians entered earth history in 1917, and became the power behind a certain Joseph Stalin. Ultimately this is how the Russians came in possession of the hydrogin bomb before the americans even had theirs off the drawing board.
The Russians skipped the natural progression of developing an atomic device that split an urainium atom first, and went to the next level, spliting a urainium atom in order to split a hydrogyn atom. They did not get this idea from captured german scientists, or Ethel and Julius Rosenberg, a couple of closet communists that took the fall in the name of fear. These gasbags gave it to them. It is only the tip of this Pleiadian iceberg. They entered Earth history and went backwards in preceeding generations to the begining. In no uncertain terms....They Screwed Every Thing Up! In the week before the "Night of the Pleiadians" I kept having visions of the "Out Comes" that human history had taken as the result of my previous incarnations where I was unsuccessfull in exposing what these beings were doing on Earth. I did not have to prove it to anyone on Earth. It was the rest of the Galaxy that was watching. If we could put an end to this up-start race, a whole lot of Galactic inhabitants would be greatfull!
Love, Michael, The Valkyrie.

Night of The Valkyrie....
 

The begining of the end of my marrage. We had been together 7 years, married 5. She was an RN with a house in the country, with no idea that her house was built along a conduit of magnetic energy {leigh line?} of the earths gravitational field. Right on the southwest corner of her house opened an astral gateway to eternity.
Of course we were just involved in the activities of mundane daily existance, and I was oblivious to anything like an astral gateway being near by, or what an astral gateway even is.
Things were pretty status quo. I was happy. 9-11 happened and a switch got thrown in my brain....How many times have I seen this before? The plane banks to starboard and out the window below me I see the hudson river and rooftops rushing past the engine cowling and wingtip. The plane banked to port as the engines throttled up to full power. The guy with the speckeled red bandana in the portal to the cockpit door yells "Alla Achbah" God is Great....
1001 times. It happens every time. I am in every plane with those people. I especially liked what happened in that plane that dove into the ground on it's way to the white house, but that is another story. A Valkyrie story!
Death is a part of life, and it's great this way....Like it or not. Look at the things going on in this world and tell me there is no struggle eternal.
I started writing. The end of october I wrote this story "Cindy" about how one valkyrie interceads on behalf of another in the struggle eternal. Cindy lived and died as I described in the story. The real life Cindy. That is how she died. The original I wrote is longer and more detailed. Everything I post here is the shortened version. When I finished writing that story I heard a female chorus exclaime "Valkyrie!" "Great, now I am hearing things!" I said to myself. Then I heard my mothers voice, "You don't understand what is happening, but you will." I shrugged my sholders and went on. I decided I wanted to write a historical novel.
I did not hear any more voices or chorus'. Everything was just going along swimmingly. I was writing about the second world war. One day I sensed someone was in the room with me. They were speaking german. They were trying to communicate with me but could not speak english. I got really relaxed and said "I can write this for you." It took a little while, but I soon found myself automatically writting in german. I wrote several pages in german by hand. I only have a limited knowledge of german, but this stuff came out of me punctuation and everything correct! I did not have to do this long, for the comerads I served with soon found me, and several spoke english.
I begain to write the life story of Michael Christian Wenct. The spirits of several different people had come to help me.
I got to this point in the story when suddenly I am directed to go to my bed. Two of the spirits came with me. As I lay down one of the spirits said, "Here we go!" And they both dove into me....
I am with these two. Late spring 1943, Karkov. Something terrible is happening and these two guys are on top of me, holding me down, because I am going to take my machine pistol and cut those bastards down!
Everything turned purple and then I saw the eight pointed crimson red star of the Valkyrie. I made an areoplane crash on some bad people.
I became conscious again. At the foot of the waterbed stood my mother, tall, and resplendent in a white gown. She held a staff in her right hand with a standard that had a crystal in it's center that was the same purple that had filled my consciousness moments before. Four Valkyrie stood with her. On her right was Cindy and Sky, on her left Rigga and Moon. "My sisters" I tearfully remembered. "He remembers us mother," said Rigga.
While all this is going on my then just 17 year old daughter is watching tv in the next room. Blissfilly ignorant in mundane daily existance! I actually asked "Can she hear us?" to which my mother put a finger to her lips. She could hear me.
My mother instructed, "Lay upon your stomach" I turned over. The waterbed beneath me begain to glow liquid light that permiated me with a felling of love that could only be eternal. For a brief moment I remembered who I am when I am not planet side, and I cried and cried in rememberance.
Moon the Valkyrie said, "OOOO the Dolphins!" They swam with me in the light and frolicked around me, and I remembered they were old friends and were there to spur me on. Thousands and thousands swam past me, with me and around me. When the dolphins past Mother Frigga told me to hold still. The Light from her staff intensified and flowed directly into me at my feet and out of my head. As it did this it was cleansing all the spirits of things that had crystalized in me throughout my entire life. In the end the Mother of the Valkyrie left me with two spirit helpers. I was informed I was on a mission. I was told I am The Valkyrie. Before it was over the Valkyrie would be speaking to my x wife as well, who would go into complete denial that it was happening.
She tried to live in that house by herself after we were through. She had to sell it after four months. In her effort to get closier she actually moved the waterbed into the southwest corner of the room, next to the astral gateway. The dreams she must have had!
Love, Michael, The Valkyrie.

Re: About Joan....
 

I guess it would not be a sacred place, but could you please let me know where it occurred, as I have always been intrigued by Joan of Arc and would like to research this more...

Blessings and Peace,
Observer

Re: About Joan....
 

I was captured at the Fortress town of Compiegne. We could have taken the town, but I was betrayed and led into a trap. From Compiegne I ended up in The Castle of Bouvreuil at Rouen, after going from place to place to hide where I was because the peasant class heard I was captured, and would have done anything to get me free. I was one of them!
There is a prison tower in the castle. That is where I was held. I mentioned the Popes Cardinal. There was also the Archbishop of Rowen, and his Cannon. I am not sure of these titles and I do not know who the many men involved with the inquisition were. I could only see men being moved by the forces of darkness. After their little "exorcism" they paraded me around in a dress and said I was no more then a whore.
I tore off those rags and got pants and a military tunic from one of my guards, all the men who guarded me were sympathetic, they were with me still, and it was us against them! Out side the Castle of Bouvreuil is the town of Rouen. In the main marketplace was my funeral pyre.
I recommend a lovely book written by Regine Pernoud, and Marie-Veronique Clin. "Joan of Arc, Her Story"
As Michael the Valkyrie would say about all written history, "It's close, but no cigar."
Love, Michael, The Valkyrie.

Re: About Joan....
 

I must point out that the guards who gave me the mens clothing were English! They saw what they did to me. My own people!
You are an educator. I believe you now have enough to find your own truth in history. Thank You for asking.

Love, Michael, The Valkyrie.

Re: Night of The Pleiadians....
 

2/02' I am told to get away from the house, and my then beloved wife was asleep after four ten hour night shifts in a row. If I did not leave the "Pleiadians" would incinerate the house, my wife and I would be found dead, indeterminate cause of combustion. It was late afternoon. I took the car and parked it in front of the post office in our near by town. I left my wallet and my keys in it. I would not be comming back. That is what I understood. I am being directed from above. I set off on foot along an urban road that lead to some cow pastures divided by rows of trees. I am lead through the pasture away from the view of any dwellings, the closest about 1/2 mile away.
During the day the temp was 60' and I am in a T shirt. North West Arkansas gets winter too. This night I was about to have under the stars the temp would drop to 22'.
I came to a spot on the side of a cow pond that faced the southwest. There was a small round stone amid an area free of cow-patties. I was told to sit and wait. The sun begain to set. I had a fresh pack of cigarettes and lit one, and then I became aware of who had been talking to me. Above me, fourth dimensionally shifted was a time-ship from earths future. They were protecting me from the Pleiadians who had been descovered. The time-ship is involved because what the Pleiadians attempted changed that outcome. The Out come of there being an Earths Future. So, the time-ship was there as insurance. I did not know this at that time, and thought truthfully that I was a gonner.
It begain after sundown. Three Pleiadian ships begain to orbit the position I was sitting. I could only see there running lights, which did not reveal any structure, but there were seven lights each, which was apropriate considering there origin. They sort of buzzed, with a sound like the goodyear blimp. They moved through the sky like a gasbag moved through the air, I had only to imagine tenticles hanging beneath the fore-part of the craft. I sat facing southwest. The little child in me addressed Father, "Sir, I'm cold. What's going to happen?" God, who was presiding over this event said, "What ever happens just hold your ground Michael!" I answered weakly, "Yes sir."
I wanted to cry. Then a familier voice called to me from Heaven, "Michael, Don't dispair, never give up hope!" It was my Valkyrie sister Moon, who was then joined by Rigga and Cindy,"Yes Michael, Hold your ground!" Sky was still mission bound on earth. It Is Going To Blow Everyones Mind When I Reveal Who My Valkyrie Sister Sky Was When She Was Stll Amung You!
I Had to hold on. Infront of me my audience was the entire rest of the galaxy. Apparently I have some sort of reputation to uphold. If I moved away from that spot, frezzing in a cow field returning home to the warm loving embrace of my wife I would have blown everything.


Love, Michael, The Valkyrie.

Re: About Joan....
 

Thank you for that information. I am indeed going to Rouan. I have been told by another educator that they share this story. I will do a cleansing ritual while I am there. Is there anything you wish me to do? Have you been there in this lifetime?

Once again, blessings and peace,
Observer

Re: About Joan....
 

Bon Voyage' and no.
Love, Michael, The Valkyrie.

Re: Night of The Pleiadians....
 

I had the two spirit helpers Mother left me with. One is Native American, his name is Wes. He reminded me of the Grandfather Spirit Helper that the charactor "ED" had in the TV series "Northern Exposier". He said his name was Westerfield, "I was on my way to The Happy Hunting Grounds when White Buffalo Calf Woman {aka Mother Frigga} pointed you out to me. She said you could use some spiritual guidence, so I figured I'd stick around and help the Valkyrie". When Wes told me this I begain to cry. I told him how honored I was that he was my spirit helper. Out in that field Wes helped me hang in.
My other spirit helper was Me. 1001 incarnations. The Spirit of 1000 was with me. Temporal Mechanics on the level of the etherial. Only the Front Office can pull this kind of stuff off. What he told me was profound, "Michael, you don't have to do a thing. We wrapped this up with the pleiadians 37 incarnations previously to this one. You simply have to go through all this again because as far as the Pleiadians, and the rest of the Galaxy is concerned this is the first time this is happening. Your the Valkyrie. It is your spirit re-re-incarnating. You have been in this enguagement 758 times previously, the last 37 successfull. You can't possibily understand this now, but you will."
Love, Michael, The Valkyrie.

Re: Night of The Pleiadians....
 

I am out in the cow pasture. It is getting cold.
Two weeks previously I had my experience with the Mother Goddess of creation, who appeared to me as the architypical Mother Frigga of the Valkyrie. The thing is they never left. They came and I was now being guided, and it all happened before.
For the past two weeks I was collecting evidence of this Pleiadian presance on the Planet Earth. I was being shown images where the Pleiadians effected the outcome of human history. {We are near the end of this epoch, but humanity survives} I have posted here that Satan is bound back in eternity. The first thing I discovered was Satan's complicity in the Pleiadian's presance on Earth. Binding Satan back from this end was no easy task. He was first bound back in early Feb. 02', and then had to be rebound last summer. We got him. We had to bind him in a vacuum of time and space. Satan is the original littigator, so when he gets bound it is to the letter, he will find any loophole in the way something is written to make it go his way. I could not have stayed in that field had Satan not been bound, he would have gone out of his way to torment me. We are old enemies. The Valkyrie is a trump-card played by God against Satan in the struggle eternal as it plays out on Earth. What I went through binding Satan is a story in itself for another time.
As it got cold my past self reminded me of a technique used to stay warm. It consisted of applying downward pressure on my diaphram, and tensing up. Dynamic tension. "Just roll forward into yourself as your doing it." I would do this every few minutes, and when I relaxed would remain warm for a few minutes. It would go on like this the rest of the night. I had managed to fit all of myself into that t-shirt, sitting there. I had to remain seated. They would not let me fall asleep. I could stand from time to time to streach my legs, but as the temperature dropped it was warmmer to stay in the seated position. There were many moments I wanted to give up. Then I remembered The Whole Galaxy was watching me, so I would defianitly light a cigarette instead. Thank God for non-filter Camels! I also did this to show the Valkyrie I was OK. Really I was not. I wanted to cry.
I got thirsty, and Wes gave me spirit water, and it helped. He also gave me spirit food. I actually felt it in my mouth when he placed it there. It had no taste, but something was there, and it helped.
758 times. That morning I picked my wife up from work and she had a set of sci-fi novels given to her by a co-worker. I withold the author and titals, but they are still out there. One has a cover illustration of a Pleiadian "Gasbag" tenticles and all. One shows the bussiness end of a Pleiadian star-ship. These were hard evidence of their preasance on earth. These Pleiadians had worked themselves into the Architypical Unconciousness of humanity.
They had worked hard to cover their tracks but we had them.
If you wonder how the "Greys of Sirius B" fit into all this...They originally sided with Satan in the argument that begain the struggle eternal, and have been involved in the history of humanity from the beginning. Had the Pleiadians not been removed from the equation, the Greys would be playing a key role in Earths future. The greys are history now.
The postal workers found the car with the keys and my wallet. My daughters from my first marrage were with my wife at the house and they all worried together. My wife knew something was up with me. I had been trying unsuccessfully to tell her about the Valkyrie. As I sat in that field I could feel my integrity leaving me. I said out loud, "No one is going to believe this.....You People {God, and the Valkyrie} are ruining my life!"

Love, Michael, The Valkyrie.

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In the night sky The Pleiadians went around me clockwize. Three lighted craft I estemate about 1/2 mile out. They sounded like the goodyear blimp. I sat there and with stuff I did not know I knew these Pleiadians were implicated in invading the timeline of Humanity by incarnating as humans. They found a way of intercepting and diverting the spirits of Gods children with their own spirits. They would grow as human untill a point in their lives when they would go into "transition" and awaken to their own Pleiadian spiritual identity.
I watched those ships. There was one house about a half mile from my position with a light on that I could see if I stood up. They continually passed over that house all night. "If only they would come out and look up." I thought to myself.
Humanity being the apple of God's eye, The Pleiadian aim was to screw it up covertly any way they could. They were also working on a weapon that would obliterate God, Heaven, Angles, Eternals, Valkyrie, everything. Even Satan was on their hit list, after all he is divinty, from the beginning.
Now I want my beloved reader to consider, I used to be a regular guy. This is the stuff of science fiction.
Toward the end of this night my spirit helper who was my past self told me this whole thing was already wrapped up. I just had to go through this all-over again, because as far as the Pleiadians and Humanity and the rest of the Galaxy was concerned this was the first time this was all happening. Time and Space is the jurisdiction of one Diety only. That is why God is aka "Father Time." As Valkyrie I repeat existance untill the mission is accomplished. I busted the Pleiadians 37 times earlier. I was going through this all again because there was something else that was yet to come I had not yet accomplished. The total distruction of my rational identity, and the loss of my integrety in the eyes of my loved ones would be the outcome. Everyone in the galaxy saw what happened and what I did. Not a soul on earth has a clue, untill now, if you choose to believe this.
The struggle eternal is a game between opposing astral forces. It is Pan-Universal. Humanity walks the middle ground as fledgling Divinity.

I hope to wrap this section of this temporal tale next posting.
Love, Michael, The Valkyrie.

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Michael logged on to the website. "what's the use anymore, as far as anyone else is concerned this is is all psychotic delusion!"
"We both know it's not, screw what they think and just write about it!" Michael's guardian Valkyrie Cindy encouraged him.
Michael turned to Cindy in frustration, "and my love for Eternity is an astral spirit of a dead girl I knew in highschool!" To which she replied, "That's the way it is."
"I don't think I will ever be able have any kind of realationship with a signifigant other again." Michael sighed. "Not likely." said Cindy and continued, "In the grand scheem of things....does it matter?"
Love, Michael, The Valkyrie.

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"Michael has been through an ordeal and really does not feel up to continuing this posting at the moment, so he is letting me fill in for this one."
"Michael calls me Cindy. You may call me Florhilderguard, or Flora for short. I can see Michael has not made this mythology thing clear to his beloved reader. Let me put it simply, All the mythology of every different coulture on Earth comes from the same place, "The Heavens Above You!" Divinity, being as it is, is Extra-Terrestrial!
Michael calls us "The Valkiri"
People in India call us "The Dakini"
Once upon a time there was this group of people who lived in India who all achieved Divinity. They attained enlightenment and ascended bodily to Heaven, "The Paradise of the Dakini." They became called the Mahasiddhas.
The stories of the Mahasiddhas and the Dakini are still told to this day, and should be taken Literally!, and not only as metaphorical symbology. A fine book is "Masters of Enchantment" by K. Dowman.
If one really wants to know about Valkyrie, and Dakini one must compare world mythology. They are the same being.
Michael and I are of the "Blue Valkyrie."
In India we are of the "Star Dakini." I wish we were in India, Michael would be alot happier because people there would believe in him, but his mission is over here with you guys, this coulture, that has forgotten everything that thoes people in india still remember and believe to this day! I am right next to Michael, in what you would call the afterlife, watching over him. You have no Earthly idea what the vibrations of this tumultuos world of yours does to him.
A Star Dakini has been sent to you with knowledge of the Heavens. You should listen. It's not my call folks, but personally I don't think you deserve him!
For those of you who would dispute Michaels claims about certain extra-terrestrial influences on this planet....
The Star Dakini are Female Warriors on the astral plane of existance. We carry a Flaying Blade in our right hand, and a Thunderbolt in our left.
The Dakini, or The Valkyrie, Keep Cosmic Order Throughout The Galaxies. When Earthlings truly become spacefairing they will find Laws and Boundries already in place.
Michael has already told you that galactic forces have already prevented the instalation of space based weaponry. What he did not tell you is that was us doing the preventing, The Star Dakini! The Valkyrie! Galactic Stability, and Cosmic Order is, and always has been, and always will be enforced by the Mother Goddess of Creation. Look up the Egyptian Goddess Ma-at. By that, and many other names she is our superior. Mother Frigga of the Valkyrie, and Vajra Yogini of the Dakini are one and the same!
On this level Michael is one of you alright, and it disgusts me to see him this way, but that is part of the grand scheem.
Untill he learns to transcend the hold that body has on his conciousness he must suffer the consequences of human existance just like the rest of you.
It is worse for him because of what he has seen, what he now knows, and what is expected of him."
Love, Flora, The Valkyrie

Thanks Cindy,
Love, Michael, The Valkyrie.

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"A Star Dakini has been sent to you with knowledge of the Heavens. You should listen. It's not my call folks, but personally I don't think you deserve him!"

oh well...I guess this could very well be part of the grand scheme...

Untill we learn to transcend then.

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I could go into great detail about this Pleiadian compromising
of the earth time-line, and how the greys were part of it, but there is no point to it because,
At about 20 after four am I was told I could go home, But it was not yet over. Barbed wire stock fences were easy to get by in daylight, not so at night. I made my way to a road, walked a few minutes to have a police cruiser pull up beside me to take me home. My x and daughters were releaved. My x was/is an RN. Western Medicne Debilitated, so by her good judgement it was Psych Hospital time for Mikey.
It was in the Psych Hospital the first night that these pleiadians were written out of existance.
Heaven on Earth, Earth in Heaven. As I wrote here, it was written there, making it law, and correcting the time line. We did this simply by not diverting the comet that originaly prevented the emergence of the gasbags. This means the Time-line is corrected, because the gasbags never existed to screw it up in the first place. Which means IT NEVER HAPPENED! except I am stuck with the memories of it, it destroyed my marrage and left me destitute.
Love, Michael, The Valkyrie.

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Michael,

I find your writings fascinating. These are definitely your reality, and so I read them with that in mind.

It is not that I doubt what you say so much as the way it is said, which confuses my own understanding of Spirit. You see, when Spirit talks with me, I have learned that I must keep my ego out of my interpretation of what has been said. So much of what you write comes from your ego. And it appears from what you say that you are responsible for the entire world, which I know is not true.

So, while I enjoy your stories, I am not always sure whether they are based in a reality that others accept. It is your ego that has me questioning what you say. I mean this as no insult, but just trying to let you know why I, and some of the others responding to you, are not sure whether to fully believe you or not.

Blessings and Peace,
Observer

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My arrogant ego is some kind of defence mechanism. I am totally alone in this. I am frustraited at the world. I should be able to transcend this crap, considering who I am, but it is difficult.
Resperdal, triliptal, zyprxa, cycloplyn, effexor, and clonipin, just to name a few of the lovely medications they put me on to satisfy themselves. I sit in an office and I am going to tell this psych everything I have posted here......Right! I lied to them and told them I could not tell what was happening to me. Would You?
That was only the first hospitalization. The Medications could not stop what was happening to me, and I was called upon again to my then wife's dismay. After the third hospitalization, she would not let me back in the house, sha said she could not trust me any more and wanted a divorce.
My X wife made this following statement; "The Valkyrie took you from me!"
Toward the end they were talking to her as well, and she closed her mind like a steel trap and went into denial.
Love, Michael, The Valkyrie.

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"All our conceptions of things are delusion,
For both the knower and his field of knowledge are unsubstantiated.
Since the fleeting moment is deceptive, there is no truth,"
Love, Michael, The Valkyrie.

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I now have the memories 1000 incarnations just as "this one" which is what the Valkyrie call me in comparison to the rest.
"This one....Is that all I am to you?! You Bastards! Where is heavenly compassion, God's love? The things you have had me do have destroyed my life and relationships, and my integrity is shot to pieces!" Do you know what the answer from the Mother Goddess of creation was?
"We'er sorry it has to be this way for you." Thats all, and nothing else.
Consolation prize; I can now remember all my previous incarnations back to Humanitys beginning. I remember it because I was there and that is all there is to it.
"This One" is insignifigant, and only a body in which my Valkyrie spirit is interned for a mission that is mostly accomplished now and I want to go home, but "This One" still has a story about human history, and time and space to tell. This one is having a hard time now. Seeking the purpose of my existance is over for it has been revealed.
I despirately hold on. I am less then the rest of you, just a trump card played in a game to keep things going on an even keel. If I am arrogant and egotistical it is only a shattered individual grasping at the shreds of his own self esteem.

Love, Michael, The Valkyrie.

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I must mention this here because it is signifigant. A little more then a year ago I sent Brit an e-mail about a big earthquake;
Aug, 23rd, epicenter NE of San Fransisco. Between 8:20 and 8:40 AM. Richter scale 8.6 and it is felt from Baja to Anchorage.
Aug, 23rd between 7:20 and 7:40 PM, aftershock, Richter scale 7.8, quite literally a second earth quake.
I wont go into detail, I believe I already have somewhere in these postings. The thing is this, It is a memory, not a prophesy. It's from my previous incarnations as "This One" Like 9/11 this thing happens every time. It does not have to be aug. 23, but thats the date I remember. We all know it will happen eventually.
If it does come down on the 23rd.....Do I get my own TV show so I can tell people their dreams will come true, and then live in the lap of luxury with financal security for the rest of my life?
I would rather die in the quake endeavoring to help to save peoples lives. I love the Mother Earth and Creation. I love God, but F--- this world of men!
Love, Michael, The Valkyrie.

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I said eastcoast 5/8 you say westcoast 8/23
2+3=5 I hope you are wrong too.

Risperdal is the pits huh.

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Resperdal gave me nightmares of rotting meat inwhich, within the dreams I was loosing my mind. One med that truly messed me up was "Moban." It was like being deathly ill. All I could do on that stuff was lie there hoping it would wear off.
They are not even sure what these meds do to the electro-chemical make-up of the human brain, but they hand it out like candy to cure all mental illness.
I am depressed because my life situation is not where I want it. Taking a med will not change that life situation. The depression is the symptom that things just ain't right, not the cause, which is how they treat it.
I have been off psych meds for 14 months now.
I am in counsiling with a psych. I just re-established contact with my neghborhood mental health facility. Before I even got the appointment for counseling, she was trying to get me back on anti-depresants. These meds "Neuter" the ones taking them. I get depressed to the point of dispair, but everything sucks right now, so naturaly, that is the way it is supposed to be. I do not want a pill to change my mood when my shitty mood is the catalist to get me to change what I can in myself so I can effect changes in my world, and make things better so as not to be depressed.
"Unhappiness is the result of needs and desires remaining unfulfilled." Mr. Spock, to Harry Mud. Original Star Trek series.
I just can't transcend phisical existance in meditation like the Budda. I have been Illuminated, but I am far from Enlightened. I suppose people would take me more seriously if I could levatate, walk through walls and stuff like that. I can heal people. I do this without their knowledge. I can do this at great distances. At this point I am still a fledgling Teap. I have spoken to some of you out there, but the human brain tends to shut down memory of telepathic contact. It is a fail-safe preserving the sanity of the individual. Using brainCell-phone will distract one from temporality. Telepaths are incredibly distracted, hence the expression, "their minds are someplace else"

Love, Michael, The Valkyrie.

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Of course, that is a simplistic, rational way to look at depression. It is also a demon that would have me destroy myself. I get so tired of repetitive thoughts and feelings I just want to end it.
I went to that cowfield that night with no expectations of returning alive. They showed me who I am. I felt love like never before when the Valkyrie came to me. That is why I went out there. The memory of love that is continuous, and unconditional and without the limitations of earthly existance. I want to die now. I look forward to my death because I know what awaits beside here, and I am much more there then I could ever hope to be here.
So, thats what happened to those Pleiadians. Written out of existance to never having been. Pleiadians do exist. I can speak to "Bluestar" any time I want to. The pleiadians going by different names, some of them are simply some more of Bluestars people making contact, still others are a hoax perpetrated upon innocent searchers by confidence tricksters making it look and sound good.
I was locked in conflict with a race of Pleiadians that were the enemy of humanity. The successfull outcome was now they never existed, yet the influence of their once being is still evedent in the time-line. The Russians still got the H bomb, and a lot of writting done on behalf these Pleiadians is still out there. It is kind of like uninstalling a computer program, most of it gets uninstalled, but you have to go in and pull bits of it out manualy. Eventually it will all come out differently. It is all here from beginning to end from eternity, and talk about re-runs! It all repeats itself over and over with continuous variation. Infinite outcomes from countless precursors with every possibility. It turns out different now, and again and again and again.

Love, Michael, The Valkyrie.

For Observer....
 

How was your trip to France? I wanted to ask, does your friend who fancies herself Joan.....hear voices and receive direction from Heaven?
Love, Michael, The Valkyrie.

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About the statement, "I want to die" put it this way, I have such avid hopes of an afterlife that I would gladly give my life in the place on another or others. The way of the Valkyrie.
Love, Michael, The Valkyrie.

Re: For Observer....
 

Osiris,

France was wonderful, but I did not get to Ruan. I discovered I was over 2 hours away by train, and we had a busy schedule that would not allow it.

You are confused about the Joan thing. I said that my friend recommend that I go there because they provide a wonderful history of the life of Joan, and the woman who provides this history looks like Joan. I am sorry that I had to miss it. Next time, I guess.

Osiris, by reading your other responses to my post yesterday, I am very concerned for you right now. Do you have someone with you who can help you if you start feeling desperate. You say that you welcome death, and, though I do not fear death, I feel that the Creator will make that decision for when it should occur and I will not disrupt the order of the world. I hope you are not thinking of taking your own life.

My husband is on anti-depressants, and it has not "neutered" him. Perhaps there is another pill that might work? Or, another friend of mine sees an acupuncturist for her PMS. Perhaps you might enquire about that, as a treatment for depression.

Blessings and Peace for you, Osiris.
Observer

Re: Night of The Gravy Train....
 

I think these meds are designed to maintain an image of insanity.
Put anyone on them up befor a panel and the consensus will be "Yes, there certainly IS something wrong with this person". But when the relationship between the medical industry, social security and sick patients is taken into acount we can see it's all about riding the gravy train.

Think about the good old days of valium when insanity really was a vacation :)

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Listen to what this guy has to say:

"I haven't been able to post much because I've been frequenting sites to help w/autism. There's been a 300% rise in autism in America, and I'm sure other countries have similar problems, because of the mercury in vaccinations. Luckily none of my kids got it because the super blue-green algae I give them has helped to chelate the metals out of their systems. Also, after getting the water purifier last year they've been healthier because the chlorine in regular tap-water can decimate the healthy intestinal flora in our bodies - giving rise to more candida albicans (yeast infections which occur freqently in the gut in both males and females - but it is called thrush when it occurs in the mouth) with our lack of active enzymes in our modern day foods.

The average human 500 years ago would have 4 or 5 pounds of healthy flora in his/her gut. Acidophilus & Bifidus are inportant probiotics (literally meaning "for life" and can produce B-vitamins and antibiotic like substances (i.e. acidophilus colonies in the gut will produce acidophilin -- a very powerful antibiotic that doesn't lay waste to the colonies of healthy bacteria like allopathic antibiotics do.)

Check this out because for any of you that have kids or younger siblings it may be good to be aware of this:


"First, do no harm. If the multibillion-dollar vaccine industry had heeded Hippocrates' ancient dictum and concentrated on making vaccines safe, the 300% to 500% nationwide increase in autism probably would not have occurred. Concern for vaccine safety might have prevented the simultaneous sharp rise in other chronic and debilitating diseases such as asthma, allergies, attention deficit/hyperactivity disorder, learning disabilities, arthritis and Crohn's disease.

The cause of the skyrocketing rates of these disorders, like the rise in autism, has mystified the experts. Many thoughtful and informed people believe that medical overexuberance has resulted in an unintended trade-off: Vaccination against acute diseases such as measles and rubella has increased susceptibility to chronic disorders such as autism, asthma, arthritis and ADHD.
Am I overstating the case? I don't think so. We learned in the latter half of the 20th century that one must be careful in tinkering with Mother Nature. Those marvelous pesticides, herbicides, gasoline additives and other miracles of modern chemistry have a downside. While we now know that toxic pollution of the environment is bad news, we are just beginning to learn that pumping toxins--viruses, bacteria, mercury, aluminum and formaldehyde, for example--into the body in the form of vaccinations for immediate gain may prove to be costly in the long term. Those who share my view do not oppose vaccines. What we oppose is over-vaccination and unsafe vaccines.

Most people are shocked to learn that in recent years, the number of vaccine doses a child receives before entering school has risen to 33. There are more than 200 other vaccines--expensive and profitable--under development. In 1965, parents began telling me that their children became autistic upon getting the DPT (diphtheria, pertussis, tetanus) shot--a triple vaccine."

spacedragon-
http://www.shroomery.org/forums/showflat.php?Cat=&Board=Forum11&Number=2727662&page=0&view=collapsed&sb=5&o=2&fpart=1

I thought he was you for a while

Re: Night of The Pleiadians....
 

Re: I love the Mother Earth and Creation. I love God, but F--- this world of men!
John Lennon said something to the effect that he wanted to save the earth - it was the people he couldn't stand. I'm getting more and more to the place where I agree.
I think you truly are a shaman, Michael. And I also think you're living on the wrong continent. I've had many mystical experiences but not of the caliber of yours. One I'd like to tell you about was very shamanic in nature. I was in another dimension and there were grotesque creatures around me, but I wasn't afraid. I then had the thought that PJ (me) could never handle this. I realized I was someone else, entirely. I came out of the meditation and KNEW I had been in another dimension as an alternative personality. I've only shared this with a very few friends that I trusted, and even they looked at me a little strangely. It's my truth; it's as real to me as an OBE is to an experiencer. So, Michael, I understand your frustration in many ways. I like the ideas presented in the movie "What the /?!@& Do You Know?" The idea of multiple possibilities and different thoughts changing final outcomes. Many this somehow relates to our experiences.
You're speaking of having done this whole thing before when talking of the Aug. 23rd quake got my attention. I think we get to do this play over and over until we get it right. I think we get to play different parts - maybe all the parts. I'm rattling on, so will stop with a wish of peace and love for you. PJ

Re: For Observer....
 

Thank You Observer,
I have someone. My Valkyrie sister who stays by my side. I have no-one phisical. I am too disturbed, and no one can really deal with the way I am anymore. I have known only heartbreak and loss, but as far as the rest of the world is concerned what else is new?
I am now too preoccupied with daily survival to write or draw at the moment. I am seeking employment. The spector of another diwashing position is daunting. I have the whole galaxy in my head, and the repeatition, the grind of daily existance in a mundane world that does not give a shit about me is very disturbing. You go into a place, and there is the radio blairing on the same station, playing the same tunes every day in such a way as you can set your watch by them, and they all go around like that is the way it is supposed to be, repeating the same actions over and over.....and you can see why people turn to drugs and alcohol, because they do not want to admit that there lives really suck, because everything is just great the way it is.
I had to quit my last job because the executive chef belittled me. I was up for employee of the month....but because of what he said to me and the way he said it, I just did not go back. What is next, A factory where the machenery is so loud you have to go around in ear-plugs? This is what it is like for me. A couch at my brothers house. This is not easy considering He is Seth, and I Osiris, but we do the best we can. Those ones who tell me to get a life are not far from wrong. I tell myself I choose to be happy and it is great this way. I am lying to myself, just to keep on going. Something will reveal iteself, all I have left is hope.
Love, Michael, The Valkyrie.

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Hi pj,
I do not think it has to do with "Getting it right" so much as just having certain experiences over and over untill we learn something.
On the otherhand, If we had gotten 18th dynasty Egypt "Right" the world would/will be a different place. 18th dynasty Egypt is a nexus of precursors in the flow of time and space.
I am going back there, eventually, and be Menkphere again, and it will all happen all over again, differently, with an outcome pleasing to God.
This is all just a game. We are jadded in eternity. We do this for fun, incarnating, and suffering, because in Heaven everything is peachy and wonderful all of the time. Creation is God's grand experiment. Ultimately I am only a game-piece. Thats why I say I am less than the rest of you. God wants me around for something he has planned, so just sticking around to find out what that is...is my task at hand.
I need to get out of the situation I am in. I will on God's time, because my life is no longer my own. I can not make things happen for myself on a personal level anymore. Things just happen, or don't happen, and I am just along for the ride.

Love, Michael, The Valkyrie.

Re: For Observer....
 

I have hope for you to, Osiris.

Blessings and Peace,
Observer

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It has been profound. Images and visions I can't rightly explain. A little while before my night under the stars I happened accross a documentary about the reign of Pharoe Hatshepsut. Something was not right about that show. I went to my little room and sat at my work table. It all came rushing back into my conciousness. 18th dynasty Egypt! After about 20 minuts of recall I was reduced to tears. I remember it all. Someone here once asked me "If you are Tuthmosis III, why can't you speak and read hyrogliphics?" It is a good question. It is happening. I can now interprate ancient Egyptian pictoral symbology. I can't read hyroglyphs as of yet, but I am headed in that direction.
Love, Michael, The Valkyrie.

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Thank You Observer,
It helps and means alot to me. There are more things happening in the relm of time and space then anyone can ever possibly imagine.
Love, Michael, The Valkyrie.