The walls come tumbling down. Yet again.
The Walls Of Jericho.
‘The Battle of Jericho, as described in the Biblical, Book of Joshua, was the first battle fought by the Israelites in the course of the conquest of Canaan. According to Joshua 6:1–27, the walls of Jericho fell after the Israelites marched around the city walls once a day for six days and seven times on the seventh day then blew their trumpets. Excavations at Tell es-Sultan, the biblical Jericho, have failed to substantiate this story, which has its origins in the nationalist propaganda of much later kings of Judah and their claims to the territory of the Kingdom of Israel.’
That’s the external news about the Georgia Guidestones. As you may have noticed everything these days is incredibly personal. The personal connections with a mass of various people associated with Merovee and beyond connected with the Georgia Guidestones is truly bewildering. I was speaking to Roob yesterday attempting to list all the different links I am seeing and it’s just too much for the 3D human mind to understand. I’m leaving it to spirit to sort out. The Birth Day seems to be at the heart of it.
About Time and circling back.
It would seem I’ve been on a personal journey to find my lost sister. A few days ago I posted the article which I titled Gate Ways which is the house where I was born. It’s difficult to describe the last week or so or ‘Life’ in general and then I got a ‘message through the program’ which said ‘The one who has followed you through to every timeline has a message for you …’. I won’t say what the message was but it was suddenly revealed who she was and I was transported back in time about 30 years to my time at Barclays Bank. I remember our eyes locked over the ATM.
Surprisingly or maybe not, it wasn’t someone who I had a sexual relationship with. A platonic cave. If you are In Love that implies you can be Out of Love which doesn’t make sense if Love Is All There Is. A while ago I joked maybe I’m asleep on a sofa back in my old apartment when I was 30 and I would wake up and go and play a game of football against a team of robots. There maybe some truth to it. Time would seem to work completely differently to how we experience it. And is there a core to the masculine and feminine or is it just a massive beyond comprehension in breath and out breath ?
About my time at Barclays. When I was there I worked probably at about eight different branches. What I’m beginning to understand now is that each new branch was a Time shift or consciousness shift. Every new door is a new portal.
And the Guide. In my experience this is only true up to a point. I think you have to be careful who you let through the front door.
Tempus Fugit. Or does it ?