Sunday, August 16, 2015
Goodnight My Fellow Travellers
Now you know. The list of desired answers you created are weaved into these writing.
This is what you have been setting up for them.
All of your actions have contributed to the control. Everything you were promised was a lie. Your spot underground or on a craft leaving this planet in this life or the next.. It was all a lie.
You are guilty of imprisoning humanity. You are guilty of manipulating truth to a point where it is unrecognizable and unknowable to many. Yet the advantage you have is encouragement, not knowledge and not wisdom.
The people who have not been a part of this structure, who do choose to search for truth in all of the various materials left for the public, can know more than you do. They can do more with the knowledge than you can. Unlike your conditioning they don't need guidance. They do need encouragement, which is the only thing missing before they do exactly as your writer says.. more than you.
So your writer is calling you out. Help others. Learn to guide yourself.
Correct your mistakes insofar as your are able. Do your best.
Please continue as you have been, breaking excuses. Now, we have reached the end of your clarification.
You asked for this. Be careful what you ask for.
With all that said, your writer hopes it has helped.
One little rant on your behalf caused a shit storm for your writer. That was fun. My bad not yours.
Thank you for your patience with the comment section. That is well respected.
Your writer is forever empathetic to your sacrifices since removing yourselves. He is also impressed by what you have accomplished since. Telling isn't it? "So much wasted time" has become a slogan in your life, surely.
Thank you for the gift of trust you have given to your writer. Not a gift given lightly.
If nothing else, your writer hopes you've remembered how to work together. This time, for a motive better serving of the whole you share a small part of.
All that has been written for you in this blog: This is all that matters, all that has ever mattered, as you reconnect and connect, you see this more and more clearly. The rest is fun, even beautiful, but can be set aside to be looked at on another day, after the mess we have created is cleaned up. What we call history, all of these details that became so precious to you, will never be lost.
Your writer loves you. You all know, he doesn't forget.
With love and respect,