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| ...but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint. Isaiah 40:31 |
Needless to say, after much study and great research, I found that angels or so-called "angels of god" are indeed that! Angels of the Great Creator. This diary, this journal, appears to be truly inspired or influenced by a heavy overtone of biblical scripture and deep compassion for humans. But there's got to be something more. There has to be something deeper. Why does or would a "fallen" being have such love for a species that he would normally by nature, be trained to hate?
Daydreams: Part IV seems to be quite abstract yet clear. I would deduct that this angel or being, Nethaleo, has or was put on Earth for some reason that is not quite clear to me yet. Maybe he was or is a Guardian Angel of some kind. The deeper I get into the journals, the more questions I have. And when there are two or more people talking, who is he talking to? It is as if the conversations are recorded in such a manner that sometimes he is 1st person and other times, he is 3rd person. As a specialist in this field, I must admit, this is a first. I have never encountered such material and not sure what to make of it just yet. So for now, I will continue to publish the material as instructed.
Daydreams: Part V is the second half of the "Diary of the Fallen One: recorded by Nethaleo." Please note that while the journal itself is incredibly Bible based, it is evident that there are several chapters of information that discuss science, technology, witchcraft, demonology, ufology, history, religion, physics, aliens, angels and prophecy. I am publishing the journal "as is" with no edits so if there are breaks in subject matter or if it appears to not flow in any particular order, please remember this is how the original diary is written. Let's dive in. Here we go.
Nethaleo.
Come.
This is the day that the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it. Psalm 118:24
*A Place Called Happiness
Happiness is a place between too little and too much. In the rainbow of life there is a place called contentment. In contentment there is happiness. (1/03)
Today, I learned what it means to let go and let God. Today I had to lay all of my fears, insecurities and pain before Jesus and ask Him to forgive me and make me a new man that He can be proud of. Once I do this, there is no turning back. Sacrifice brings rewards. Suffering is like surgery; it hurts in the beginning, but heals in the end. Now is the time. I am ready to accept Jesus Christ as my personal Lord and Savior. I am ready to let go and let God. (1/29/03)
-Remember to let go of things in your life that are too much for you to handle-and let God carry your burden. Seek-study in this.
-Find yourself and love who you are.
-Continue to grow in attitude, thinking and spirit.
-Accept the past and forgive.
-Establish realistic goals and see them through to the end.
-Enjoy more of the things that make you happy.
-Remember you are your greatest asset and resource.
-Love, cherish and adore.
-Be clean, clear and confident.
-Be good to yourself and each other.
-Find the good in all you do.
-Find contentment in mind, body and spirit.
-Make it happen.
-If you fall, find your place again and love yourself and love others as God loves you.
-Keep your promises.
-Finish tasks.
-Establish and maintain healthy, fulfilling relationships.
-Be at peace and know God intimately.
(1/02)
Wake. Now.
And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love Him, who have been called according to His purpose. ( Romans 8:28)
(Word from the Researcher)
Okay so as you can see, it appears this angelic being has quite a bit of healthy, positive advice for us and anyone who will listen. While most of it, if not all, is all things we have heard before, how much of it do we actually apply in our lives on a daily basis? Let's continue.
After realizing the symbolism and learning the messages of the miracles performed by Jesus, and after finally understanding the purpose and reasoning behind His thoughts, words and actions, I know now that we are currently living in a perfectly planned, well-tuned, historical future. (04/03) I am wise in the sense that I know of God and I know His works and love. I am foolish in the sense that I know what should be done in accordance to His Will, but choose to act upon my own. (6/03) In spirit, we are governed by the laws of the Heavens. Physically, we are governed by the laws of the flesh. (7/03)
I agree there is no limit to the human imagination. However, there is absolutely nothing that can be conceived consciously or subconsciously in the heart and imagination of humankind that can supersede its inevitable destiny. In the realm of the absolute, is the ability of consciously considering all possible outcomes of a single thought.In the realm of the physical, there is only the hope of knowing that eventually, the absolute will consume the in-absolute...that which, "All That Is" prophesied, will come to pass. In faith, there is hope. In hope, there is understanding and peace of mind. And for those who possess it, it is the source of our ability to cope. (7/03)
For every thinking being that has ever possessed knowledge of its own existence, there is a religion...a practice or ritual, performed out of habit, formed and applied as guidelines for life, death and all that occurs, before, during and after. These same beings' past, present and future, all have one thing on common--that is--choice. The ability to choose is the life source, essence and core of all free will. It was out of free will, the creation of such an element was born and it is because of free will; the purpose is key. (7/03)
It is an internal, emotional trigger that warns us of something that is detrimental, but it is ultimately the mind that decides whether to accept or decline. We know that which does not benefit us, brings us detriment, yet we choose to face detriment over benefit. Sorrow is reserved for us. Grace is created for us.
Until we make the conscious decision to stop accepting the detrimental, consequence will be the only result and benefit and growth will become nothing more than by-products of hope. (7/03)
There is a time for everything and a season for every activity under heaven...(Ecclesiastes 3:1)
The hours of the evening are kind to me. I am retracing my steps...back to the place of peace and solitude. Yet I am moving forward, progressing in my knowledge and self-worth. Not a day goes by that I don't struggle emotionally for balance.
It is my relentless pursuit to find contentment-happiness-understanding.
And although it would be in vain to say I am not truly blessed, the search continues. (7/03)
Human logic vs. Absolute Certainty...(right.) And this is an argument how? (7/03)
Without warning, I have become all that I fear the most. I have unleashed my hate for all that is unjust and unfair in the world. I have cursed God and man for the failure of humankind. As for the world and its inevitable destruction, I do not forgive you. As for the mercy of you all, may God forgive you and bring you peace. (7/03)
In an effort to avoid self-destruction, I have called upon the wonders of modern medicine. I love myself more than I hate my flesh. It is the beginning of a journey to find a way to cope-until death pardons me. May God have mercy on me. (7/03)
The human imagination exceed its ability to comprehend simplicity-therefore, when presented with the truth, they do not believe or simply choose not to accept it. (9/03)
Faith becomes reason when it realized, therefore, faith is reason. (9/03)
It has become clear to me that there is an enemy-however, the question is who or where is the enemy...the answer---we are the enemy. If there is a need to be saved, it is not from an unseen force of evil, it is from ourselves. (10/03)
The world and everything in it, on it, around it and beyond it, is controlled with absolute precision. It is complete order. Everything known and unknown, is controlled by a system. It is like the box puzzle; a small box in a large box, the large box in yet a larger box, so on and so on. Ergo your existence to the extent that you know it is a system made up of smaller systems, inside a larger system, so on and so on. There is proof of absolute-it is staring back at you in the mirror. Wake up. (10/03)Serve the Lord with gladness: come before Him with joyful songs. (Psalm 100:2)
(Researcher)
Okay. This is good stopping point. As you can see, Nethaleo seems to have spent a great deal of time trying to reach as many people as he can in a short period with as much counsel and advice as they could handle. He looks at the creation of man and the world through a different pair of eyes. It is as if he sees the world from a creator's perspective meaning, from the outside looking in--with a sense of responsibility. So it is still unclear to me if Nethaleo is an angel or an alien or some other unknown natural existence. And then to tell the reader, to tell us, "wake up", well that tells me most certainly that he is some kind of messenger. His whole overall purpose seems to be to enlighten the human race, encourage and promote healthy spiritual thinking. My conclusion is he is not looking to convert anyone. He is speaking to all people of all nations who are willing to listen and heed. In other words, he is saying, when we go through life without spiritual foundation and strengthening, we might as well be asleep. So when he says, "wake up" he means this literally and figuratively. I do not also believe his intent is to insult humans in any way in fact I believe it is the opposite. His main goal is to protect humans from themselves. He views the ability of human kind to choose "right" from "wrong" as a gift; but one that must be nurtured, perfected and mastered. He is saying it seems to me in so many words, get your life right - not now, but right now. If you are already on the straight and narrow, help others who are trying to get there. Don't just sit on the sidelines and watch, instead, get in the game and help another person along the way.Another interesting fact that I was able to determine after further review, the numbers in parentheses at the end of each recording is a calendar date, (month/year). So these journals were written within recent years. They date back to the mid nineties. Not sure yet what the DECODE CLUES are, but they may reveal some kind of calendar date or location as well. We will come back to that after the journal entries are complete. Let's get back into the diary.
Nethaleo.
Come.
To imagine this absolute existence without considering the unfathomable perfection in design, is to admit oneself into pure insanity. To deny oneself the acceptance of such magnitude is to turn the fountain of life into a deserted wasteland. Therefore, the only true balance is to accept: I...AM...WILL...EXISTENCE...LIFE. It is inevitably undeniable and infinite.
There is no such thing as death. Death is literally unattainable. It is an illusion-a falsehood. There is only existence and the transformation and the evolution of it. Although shape, form and make up is mortal, the core existence in infinite form.
The Purpose of LIFE
What is the purpose? Why go through the motions? It is the question that fuels the cells of existence. The purpose is to find the answer and then to absorb the knowledge of why, how, and what. This is the quest. It is infinite. Creation created creation simply to know how, where, why, what and who.
Knowledge. This is the fuel of existence. (1) question. (2) answers...(3) questions? (6) answers...(18) questions? (108) answers...(1944) questions? (209,952) answers! Etc., etc., etc, so on and so on, forever.
BIRTH
Birth brings curiosity. Curiosity brings thought. Thought brings imagination. Imagination brings possibilities. Possibilities bring questions. Questions bring answers. Answers bring...BIRTH.
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Why? Because. Why? Because. Why? Because. This is the never-ending cycle. (10/03)
The only true religion, it its purest form, is the study and practice of individuality. It is grounded by interpretation.
Mankind has a "god complex." Man's greatest desire is to acquire ultimate power. It is the same quest for power that gives birth to the very destruction of the species. It is man's greatest desire to be what it is not. God.
All of man's beliefs are based on theory-born from history, culture, tradition and personal experience.
The truth is: there is no religion. To know God through experience is simply to exist. Accept the existence and you have accepted the experience of God.
There is no religion since the creation of mankind that has superseded the human ability of Free Will. Through Free Will, the experience of God is realized, appreciated and understood. (10/03)
As long as humans continue to take one step forward and three steps back, the animal will continue to be the superior race. (12/03)
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| Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see. (Hebrews 11:1) |
Why is it in my greatest hour I am in the darkest emotion and in my darkest hour I am radiant with light? Is it the dim glow in-between that balances the heart and soul? I wonder...(1/04)
Creativity is the sword of pain and protection. It is double-sided like a sheet of writing paper. There is positive and negative outcome from creativity. The source is still the same-just a blank sheet of paper, waiting to be filled with creativity. What is to become of all of my creation? Surely the idea of my imagination giving birth to a new reality is highly questionable and unlikely at best. But there is a plus to allowing the creativity to be shared.
It may delight, inspire, hurt or heal. In some small and unseen way, it may change something or someone in this world. That--would be the deeper purpose behind releasing the inner-me. It would bring something new to life. Now it is only a matter of taking the most fearful step of all-share my mind with the world. (1/04)
(Researcher)
There it is. This is what I was hoping for. A breakthrough into the foundation, a point and direction for why this being did what he did. He wanted us to know. He wanted us to be knowledgeable about who and what we are as human beings. He wanted us to know our true selves and understand our true purpose for existing. He wanted so badly for us to know what he knew, that he wrote it all down and on purpose-for a purpose--to bring his knowledge to the world.
There are monetary avenues for getting this kind of information out to the general public.
But at the end of the day, giving the information away for free on the Internet ended up being the best way to reach as many people as possible. So here we are.
For centuries, we have searched for answers. Now we have them. It is up to us to do with the knowledge what we will. This site is dedicated to the incontestable, irrefutable truth. Accept it or reject it-the choice is yours.
But at the end of the day, giving the information away for free on the Internet ended up being the best way to reach as many people as possible. So here we are.
For centuries, we have searched for answers. Now we have them. It is up to us to do with the knowledge what we will. This site is dedicated to the incontestable, irrefutable truth. Accept it or reject it-the choice is yours.
Nethaleo.
Come.
To Life.
The body. Simple complexity designed for mobility of the mind. (4/06)Where am I? How come I don't recognize myself anymore? I have convinced myself that I am dead.
I have come to the hurtful realization that I am dead. I am trapped between nothing and nowhere.
I am too black to be white and too white to be black.
I am too old be young and too young to be old.
I am forced to relive my own pity each day--in darkness. I wear a face of semi-cheer and my pain is obvious. I live with hate and fear as my companions and I am married to self-pity.
I love myself too much to kill myself, but hate living too much to stay alive.
This is what hell feels like. I. Am. Alone. (2/04)
(Researcher)
The next page of the Fallen One's scribe is the first time he has used symbols in his descriptions. After much deliberation, I was able to translate them. While indeed these symbols have obvious meaning, if anyone has input and speculation, please contact me for further discussion. Here is the page entry:
TRANSLATION:
1. The title, "EINPHANYETTII", means:
Epiphany, but in Nethaleo's native language, it's pronounced, (yen-fan-yet'-tee).
Of course, epiphany means a sudden realization about the nature or meaning of something.
2. The first symbol under the title is the symbol for Alpha-the beginning.
3. The second symbol under the title is the symbol for Omega-the end.
4. The third symbol under the title is the symbol for Infinity-the everlasting.
Now the symbols in the string is where is it gets difficult. Here is the translation for the string:
When he says, "7" and "12" equal "21", he is referring to the creative source, aka God.
When he says, divided by "1" he is referring to when God figured out itself and came to the realization it was existence. Remember when I said, creation created creation? This is what he meant.
Existence could not exist alone, so existence created non-existence, giving birth to the equal and opposite. So the opposite of everything was nothing. The opposite of here was there, etc. You get the point.
When he says, (+) "3" he is referring to the Trinity: God the Father, God the Son, God the Holy Spirit. Now this needs some diving into right here and now, because people seem to be really confused...is The Trinity one person or entity or is it three separate beings? The answer is: THREE separate beings. The three separate beings make up the whole unit: like a triangle has three sides to be complete. And what Nethaleo is questioning here is if God created His Son and God created His Spirit, then who created God? In other words, if his calculations are correct, then who or what is "the source?" He is literally thinking like a nephilim. For the first time, he is experiencing what is feels like to be human. To be void without direct contact to infinite wisdom and bliss. Out of a million questions he could ask after realizing he is in human form, he asks, 'who created God'. Wow.
And then lastly, he is saying that the offspring of creation is constant like the multiple reflections when you put two mirrors together. The image reflects infinitely. And when he says, "360" degrees, he is referring to the life cycle. Something is born, it lives, it dies and then lives again as something else. But what? Back to the journals.
This is stupid. I am never going to know how, where, why, the world and humans exist. I just write this psycho-babble in hopes that it gives some personal satisfaction and light entertainment. I'm too lazy and scared to actually research and publish any of this-so what's the point. Maybe someday when I'm not afraid of life, love, people, etc., I'll actually have a wife and kids who can appreciate these theories. Oh well. It's been a fun journey this year...learning, living, laughing and hurting. But I still have the same sloppy destructive attitude about things and I'm still afraid I will never feel passionate and intimately, romantically "in" love again. I lust for so much physically, that is has engulfed my emotions with guilt, shame and fear. This is no way to live. My goal for 2005 is to find the most important person in my life: me. Then the question will be, after I find myself, what am I going to do...the future awaits. Farewell, 2004 and hello '05. The mission to overcome has begun.
(Researcher)
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1. The title, "EINPHANYETTII", means:
Epiphany, but in Nethaleo's native language, it's pronounced, (yen-fan-yet'-tee).
Of course, epiphany means a sudden realization about the nature or meaning of something.
2. The first symbol under the title is the symbol for Alpha-the beginning.
3. The second symbol under the title is the symbol for Omega-the end.
4. The third symbol under the title is the symbol for Infinity-the everlasting.
Now the symbols in the string is where is it gets difficult. Here is the translation for the string:
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When he says, "7" and "12" equal "21", he is referring to the creative source, aka God.
When he says, divided by "1" he is referring to when God figured out itself and came to the realization it was existence. Remember when I said, creation created creation? This is what he meant.
Existence could not exist alone, so existence created non-existence, giving birth to the equal and opposite. So the opposite of everything was nothing. The opposite of here was there, etc. You get the point.
When he says, (+) "3" he is referring to the Trinity: God the Father, God the Son, God the Holy Spirit. Now this needs some diving into right here and now, because people seem to be really confused...is The Trinity one person or entity or is it three separate beings? The answer is: THREE separate beings. The three separate beings make up the whole unit: like a triangle has three sides to be complete. And what Nethaleo is questioning here is if God created His Son and God created His Spirit, then who created God? In other words, if his calculations are correct, then who or what is "the source?" He is literally thinking like a nephilim. For the first time, he is experiencing what is feels like to be human. To be void without direct contact to infinite wisdom and bliss. Out of a million questions he could ask after realizing he is in human form, he asks, 'who created God'. Wow.
And then lastly, he is saying that the offspring of creation is constant like the multiple reflections when you put two mirrors together. The image reflects infinitely. And when he says, "360" degrees, he is referring to the life cycle. Something is born, it lives, it dies and then lives again as something else. But what? Back to the journals.
Nethaleo.
Come.
God is our refuge and strength, an ever present help in trouble. (Psalm 46:1)
This entry comes as a long time has passed since we spoke last. Nothing, unfortunately, has changed. Our society still bleeds with jealousy, hate, greed, selfishness, lust...it is not all bad. There is still many a church, a religion, many a kind and loving heart. There is still a will power that is buried so deep in our souls, we do not fall in the face of adversity. Instead, we march on. The soldiers of light, the survivors of life. (10/2004)
I exist in all that is and all that is not. I am the living energy that gives birth to everything known and unknown. I am the unseen collective pattern of thought. This is how I know all. I live in the space between reality and illusion. Commonly speaking, I exist through the minds and lives of every energy alive and dead.
Take your dreams...how come your dreams are so far-fetched, beyond imagination, beyond the limits of all the impossible edges of the multiverse? It is because while you sleep, your mind falls completely into sync with all of the other countless minds; past, present and future. In an effort to balance the conscious and the subconscious, the mind focuses on the conscious and only retains bits and pieces of the collective mental waves of energy. That is why I do not feel the need to manifest myself to anyone. It is because collectively, I am present, visible, interactive, interpersonal; one and complete with all at all times - past, present and future.
You see: even if you have no eyes.
You hear: even without ears.
You feel without hands and speak without tongue.
All that is and is not -- can communicate collectively in this existential plane. There is an infinite connection in this web and it cannot be broken. In order to know all, see all and exist in absolute, you must be all-all at once. There is no smoke-no mirrors-no trick of the hand. I am not a wizard, I am not a magician, I am not a mystical, mythological, religious or scientific creature, character or alien being. If not, then what am I? (12/2004)
All that is without mechanical operation is powered by raw energy. This energy, in its purest, finest form, can compress, push against, cushion and buffer all that exists in it and around it. This energy is as soft, gentle, unseen and invisible and undetectable as the air in the room. This same source in more developed form, evolving into other solids, liquids, gasses, etc., shapes, forms and creates all of everything that you see around you...the multi verse, the planets, dark matter, stars, solar systems and things living and dead, seen and unseen, all living things of the earth and yes--even you. This same source is what gives birth to humans and all that is inside the human. Mechanically, the body operates on its own. But is it this energy that operates the mind and soul. (12/2004)
I can do everything through Him who gives me strength. (Philippians 4:13)
Based on this truth, humankind is one collective mind broken down into several billion separate self-operating parts. Together, advancement is inevitable. Humankind is designed to advance as one. No one person can advance without the rest. Not one. How far the development goes, depends on the species. To interrupt this great work in progress is to 'throw a monkey-wrench in the wheel' so-to-speak. Therefore, life, death and all in-between, must continue.
The one with the power to stop it - is you --- collectively. Each human being is like a brain cell. The collective mind stays forever young and forever fully promotional by the death and birth of the cells. Keep thinking and you will get it. Keep doing and it will happen. Keep dreaming and it will continue to grow and evolve. Keep believing and all will continue to be revealed. (12/04)
Since the collective mind is inner-operational, like cranks or wheels in a clock, the only form it can take is unseen energy. The collective mind, in order to be validated or justified, must be experienced. This is why each human is intricately and purposely and specifically created to perform a certain function(s) throughout their lifetime. No matter how long or short the lifespan, the purpose is served and collectively, advancement has been achieved. (12/04)
This also means there is no such thing as higher or lower levels of intelligence, but different degrees of it - in order to meet the collective purpose.
The Angry Writer
(12/11/04)
Pleasant words are a honeycomb, sweet to the soul and healing to the bones...(Proverbs 16:24)
Our existence has become a complete and intricate part of life. It is evident that we are a manifestation of that which once was only concept. In our limited ability to explain this indescribable creation, we develop spirituality and this physical concept is called 'religion'. Religion is as unique to the individual as a fingerprint. Although there are infinite numbers of religion, the one commandment that all religions are sworn to is: protect life, protect love, protect belief. (5/2005)
Our exterior is the only voice of individuality until we speak. Fore we are all the same outside, but unique as the blueprint of life; inside. (6/2005)
And so the quest for comprehension and self-acceptance continues. My journey has brought me to a point of thought worth recording. If I am to "settle" and take in the opportunity of sex in place of love, I have accomplished nothing--physically, emotionally...but if I refrain from intercourse solely for the purpose of physical pleasure and actually engage in it as act of selfless passion and love, then it will truly be love that I am making. It is love-not lust. It is better to wait and find love than to be impatient and give in to lust. (7/2005)
(Researcher)
And the masses reply "DUH". If I've said it once, I've said it a thousand times, it is procreation, not recreation and if it is meant to be beautiful, sacred and special, then treat it as such. That is one of the oldest principles in the Book. (Book meaning the Bible) But once you apply it in your life-it is as if you have discovered its rewards for the very first time.
Well, as usual, I messed up. I went and saw a card reader to find out what I should do, when the answer was there all along. If you can't be with the one you lust...love the one you're with. What a sick sad way to live. Born with a nearly incurable disease. Well I only hurt the ones I love with every move I make. I have not made any progress at all. I am still addicted to the Internet pornography, I still lust after and fantasize about every beautiful girl I see.
I don't know if its the effects of the Dreamweaver Diaries that are causing such mental dispensation, but I feel strongly compelled to thoroughly digest and expel every hidden thought. I realized something so simple today. I don't know how I expected to make a loving, committed decision based on sexual attraction. We do it all the time and regret it every time. I still don't know how to talk to people, especially the ones I care for and love. Thirty-two years old and I have learned absolutely nothing.
I was thinking today on the way home, does it get any better or should I just kill myself and get this torture over with. But that would be a coward's way out. I still degrade and insult myself and talk so negative about everything, because I am weak. I am a coward. I will always fail at love until I learn to love myself.
God, I'm begging you...stop me from doing harm to myself and others. Whether it be mental, spiritual, physical or emotional, please help me to grow up and be a man. Help me to act my age-embrace my achievements and be thankful in my accomplishments. Help me to see beyond the fear and pain and demonic, hateful thoughts of jealousy and disgust. Fix me. Fore I am so broken. So tired. And so-done. In the name of the Father, Son and Holy Ghost, Amen.
...but if we love each other, God lives in us and His love is made complete in us. (John 4:12)
Nethaleo.
Come.
And so the story continues. Countless numbers of small sagas that are joined together in one book. The Book of Life. The question is, whose story are we writing? This might possibly be -- HIS -- story. Better. What we call "history". And so the author or authors add characters and take characters away and we live out the parts we are written to play. Sure, you can improvise and 'wing' your own script, but the structure of the story will remain the same.
You see, we can't change who our parents, family or biological entities are, but you can change yourself. This is the part you play in the bigger picture. This is how you write HIS story. And He is the only judge of how He feels about your choice - in the story's creation. This is how and why things are the way they are. This is the recording of what happens when a species is given the ability to think, speak and act according to free will. The 'what if' is being answered - now. In about 1 or 2 million years, the next chapter will begin and all that you and I have done, will be permanently engraved into infinity. (8/2005)
(Researcher)
Often, I see the "collective-mind theory" come to reality...the Dodge grille design...script and movie ideas...books even -- written all by my ideas that I thought of or dreamt of. But that's okay. Like they say, all great minds think alike. (8/05)
The ancients have missing chapters in their histories. Seek and find DIVION IOI in Egypt. (8/05)
(Researcher)
And so I did. Here is the link to the post: Ancient humans and extra-terrestrial intelligence.
And so the deeper meaning behind the meaning began to take shape. The answers to so many questions, leading only to more questions, brought me to devise a list of all known creations, based on Nethaleo's information and research. Here is what I came up with.
I know what it feels like to be freed from something that doesn't have an earthly bound. I wonder so much-what is the point-and then remember. As long as I am alive, that means I have not fulfilled my divine purpose yet. There is still time. (8/05)(Researcher)
I asked God, why don't you just tell us before we get here, what our purpose is and how it all goes down.
God said, "that would not only defeat the purpose, but would be like telling you the ending of a movie before letting you see the whole thing. That would be like telling you the punchline before telling you the joke. It's cart before the horse to tell you the outcome, before knowing the decision. You must learn to make decisions that bring desired outcomes without knowing all of the possibilities. You must learn to consider which option is best, without having certainty. The point in this is to teach you to think beyond that which you see and embrace that which you cannot see." (8/05)(Researcher)
And so the deeper meaning behind the meaning began to take shape. The answers to so many questions, leading only to more questions, brought me to devise a list of all known creations, based on Nethaleo's information and research. Here is what I came up with.
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| The Levels of Existence |
:LEVELS:
0 The Source of Source
1 Infinite existence
2 Source of idea or thought
3 Thought of creation
4 Action of creation
5 Acknowledgement
6 Knowledge
7 Time
8 Utilities of all in existence
9 Expansion of source
10 Housing of knowledge
11 Trusted to Elders
12 Elders over others
13 Others become all-that-is
14 All-that-is become being
15 Being become control
16 Control become GOD
17 GOD become ALL
18 ALL become angel
19 Angel over being
20 Likeness become human
21 Human Being Existence
(9/05)
Conversation with an Angel
(2005)
Angel: So. What did you like the most?
Human: I would say it was the love, laughter and sex. All in all, this would not have been possible without good health, lots of great family and friends and most of all, countless blessings."
Angel: Do you feel at this point in your life you are ready for a change?
Human: I am ready for a change. I would like to experience new surroundings, new challenges, new goals and adventures."
Angel: The way it is now...indecisive, coward, failure...not standing up for yourself in many situations of most of your adult life...what about that?
Human: I was hateful, hurtful, deeply jealous of others, obsessed with sinful pleasures, laced with false truths and in the describable desire for absolute power and bliss-I suppose I failed.
Angel: No. Not at all.
Human: No?
Angel: Yes there were experiences that determined your outlook and reflections on life. But you must remember one thing. You now know in absolute certainty what it feels like to be --- human.
!Nethaleo!
!Wake!
!Up!
"The Story of Life is truer and deeper than any story imaginable by human limit. It is the ultimate love story that all stories come from in all existence. The thought that the Creator of this story was alone, is heart-wrenching. It is wonderful to discover God has never been alone. The fellowship is a relationship. The relationship between us and God is made out of love. This whole story is something relational. How did all this get here? It is impossible that it simply started of its own accord. There is no such thing as accidental creation or Heaven and Earth and humankind. The earth has all the marks of an artist's hand. Nature is personal."
Now again, here, Nethaleo is referring to himself as one of us. As human. He says "we" instead of "you". It is still not clear, however, what or where Nethaleo is or is from. The message continues.
Even I, as the author, wish I did not feel as I do about my own painful deaths. Today, I was part of death. Whether by the hand of a criminal or a doctor, a family member, friend or stranger, murder is still murder. Today, I experienced murder in the form of abortion. In short, looking back on the entries before the Epic discussion, Nethaleo spoke of choosing life. Ultimately, it was not my decision. It was the decision of the mother. With all things considered, it is truly an indescribable emotional experience that I will never forget. (11/7/05)
Epic continues. "There are moments that occur to remind us how astonishing our real life fairytale really is. It is more than a world of chaos and danger. It is also a world of endless beauty and undying romance. It is a world created out of love. The love between God and us is unconditional. God is the creator of all things romantic from colorful flowers to sunsets and moonlight. God is a hopeless romantic and sews this deep affections into our hearts. Romance, love, sensuality, intimacy, sexuality and intercourse, are all the hand-crafted works of art from God. We are made from their likeness. We were made from love. We were made to love God."
The Human Passion was one of many lucid dreams I had during my studies of the Dreamweaver Diaries. Looking back, maybe that's why the townsfolk were meeting that day. They were meeting to "be restored." As I mentioned, the people appeared to be older, some middle-aged. There were no other reasons for every person in the city to go this one place. It also explains why there are no children. Because no one ever grows old in Heaven. So why would there be any young people waiting to be taken up? They were happy and singing in celebration of what was about to happen. They were about to get new bodies, new minds, and renewed spirits. Basically, they are about to get a brand new lease on life.
Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord. (Colossians 3:23)
As I have come to find with almost every entry, right after something positive is said, something negative always follows. Here is another dream I had late one night after heavy study of the diary. I call it, The Rough Night's Sleep.
Surely goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever. (Psalm 23:6)
Why not? What? Who? Is there a limit? Or...the limit is...there is no limit? Can we find out?
{cue cheesy game show music} Ladies and gentleman, boys and girls, I'm your host, Guy Smiley and today we are introducing the mystical, the fantastical, the revolutionary...E-3!
{cue fake applause from live studio audience} That's right, the E-3! The infinite recording of the mind's eye. {and the audience says, ooh...ah} Yes, ladies and gentleman, the E-3 literally records, with absolute clarity, every thought, dream, vision and emotion you have! And it goes a little something like this:
Step One: Find the source. In other words, go to sleep.
Step Three: Complete multi-layered analysis. Or should we say, hit the record button and get everything: breathing, pulse rate, involuntary muscle response and oh yeah, don't forget to videotape the dreams.
Step Four: Thorough psychological interpretation report with printout of wavelength data. Or in laymen terms, get your popcorn, soda and get comfy because you're about to sit back and watch the movie your brain just created last night while you were sleeping, in high definition and full surround sound stereo.
You see? No limit...imagine the possibilities and will them into existence.
Stop. Something just happened here. This is the first time I have seen someone else writing in the diary. And based on what it says, it appears that it's NOT Nethaleo. So that's a huge eye-opener. That means this entire time, Nethaleo hasn't been writing a thing! It's been inspired or spoken to someone else to write for him! But whom? This means that this entire journal was written by a normal, common person through automatic writing. Well, in a way, that explains a lot. Well, nonetheless, let's continue. Regardless if it was automatic or not, it was written. The lessons still apply.
Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you. (Matthew 7:7)
It was not until recently I realized what my connection was to these dreams, visions...phenomenon and wealth of information. My connection to Nethaleo and the Great Divine. It became clear after seeing the most horrible, frightening, terrifying image I have ever seen in my life. It was enough to remind me of an event in my past that I had long forgotten until now.
His face was distorted and twisted at the jaw and his sharp, pointed teeth protruded from his mouth as if he was hungry for the blood of a fresh soul.
His eyes were bloodshot with yellow irises and pupils of red and black.
We were at war-in battle against the dark ones when this demon rose up from the dusty horizon atop piles of fallen dead bodies. I turned around quickly to my left and immediately was overcome with fear and anger. I tried to slay him, but I just could not reach him fast enough.
Next thing I knew, I was balled up in a fetal position, cradled by the plush softness of my right wing, reaching for my sword. My left wing was wrapped around in front of me and I grabbed the outer plumage to protect my body.
Each wing is tipped with an extremely sharp, very coarse hook. No matter how strong and damaging the hooks can be, I could not force myself to use it against him. I was frozen. Frozen with fear.
(Researcher)
I'm sorry to whomever is translating or reading this. Sometimes when the scribe attempts to write by automatic writing or when the writer attempts to close their eyes and let the spirit take their hand and write the words, other channels will come through and literally push the pen or pencil without the writer having any control over it.
Ah ha. So now we know what's really going on here. They are channeling spirits of dead people. Nethaleo did not die as I originally thought from the earlier entries. Nethaleo is taking the scribe on this journey through death and the first subject he meets is a soldier that died in the battle of Dgennes. Unfortunately, after much ado, I found nothing in my research for any battle that ever took place in the 18th century in any place called Dgennes. Back to the journal entry. The spirit of this soldier, talking to Nethaleo and the scribe, in the scribe's dreams.
(Researcher)
Was it all a dream? Was it real? Was it demonic possession or was Nethaleo walking the lonely writer through the chapters of death so he could see first hand what it was like? The answers are out there. More to come as I unwrap and dive into Daydreams: Wake-Up. It is the final installment of journal entries from the Dreamweaver Diaries. More questions, more answers, more mystery to follow in the next page. As Nethaleo would say, sleep. Now.
Our relationship with All-That-Is, is in direct relation with each other. How we treat each other is how we treat God. Any commitment or deep relationship requires the same amount of ingredients in order to be successful. How God loves you, so should you love yourself and others. The same fear and love and all the emotions in-between are shared by God, for you. The desire to want to heal human suffering, the need for stretching beyond the limits of the imagination, the desire to want revenge, justice and punishment, are all part of God's feelings for you.
There are many who deny the unseen umbilical cord between God and human. They will say it is not humanly possible to act, think, feel and do as God does. This is simply not true. Everyday you are alive, you are thinking, acting, feeling and experiencing the same way God does. Remember. You are half-human, half-spirit; created on purpose with reason and design. This is the indisputable truth. You exist; therefore you are.
Be still and listen and you will hear the voice of emotional peace crying out through the slaughter. Close your eyes so they may be opened to see beyond the worldly limits and allow the sight of infinite patience and wisdom to be permanently burned into your soul. (9/05)
Everything is possible for him who believes. (Mark 9:23)
And so the Power of God has moved us to do His Will and do what it does best - create life. There are so many thoughts and feelings and emotions that go into the birth of a child that it is indescribable. To truly "play God" is to decide whether to allow a life to live or die. This is our greatest power, privilege and responsibility given to us by God. We must use this extreme, incontestable power to the highest and utmost level in the most absolute certainty imaginable-there is, but only one outcome - life or death.
And most of all - the decision is permanent. There is no turning back, no second chances - what is done is done. And so today I decide that life is far more precious, priceless, immeasurable, invaluable, unimaginable and infinite in and of itself than any thought or notion of death could ever be. Today I choose life - today I choose love - today I choose forever immortal eternal life for my child. (10-17-05)
In the blink of an eye, it all changes. It all comes down to one thing - this one thing is the explanation. The reason. The purpose for everything else that has happened in your life. And in that single blink-it all comes together and it all makes sense. Someday it will all make sense and this day has come. (10/05)
This is my life, my story, my tale. No matter how destructive, hurtful, painful and sinful it is; it is still my life. It has become what it is from the decisions I have made and I have created wondrous experiences as a result of my choices. No one can take that away-no one. (10/05)
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| Conversations With God: Neale Donald Walsch |
As with the book, Conversations with God, there are other writers who capture our shared knowledge in published print. Another book comes to find a permanent place in my recordings. It is Epic by John Eldredge. It is a book that highlights many important elements of life, love and the pursuit of happiness. These are excerpts from Epic.
EPIC: The Story God is Telling: John Eldredge
"Life is a story-and you're in it. You have a role to play regardless if you are young, old, man or woman. There is something larger going on. Ask yourself. What sort of tale have I fallen into? With all that we experience and see in our world and the world around us, we have settled for uncertainty-we have accepted not knowing. That's not merely a show of humility. It's a sign of our shared belief that nothing certain can be known. All we have now is our opinions. There is a larger story-a greater purpose. We CAN discover THE Story...Maybe not with perfect clarity, maybe not in the detail we would like, but definitely with more understanding hand comprehension than we have now. The Story is written on the human heart. God has planted eternity in the human heart."
To know all of the answers before the questions are asked, deems the quest for knowledge null and void. There would be no meaning-no point. Not all the answers will be revealed, only because it is not time yet. All things in time.(10/25)
Epic continues.
Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding...(Proverbs 3:5)"Christianity claims to do that for us. It tells us that the story has a beginning, a middle and an end. True Christianity, not the dogma or doctrines and religions, says the Author of this story is loving, careful, protective and persevering."
Life in-and-of itself reflects personality. Evolution does not create personality. Evolution does not create personality. Only personality begets personality. God exists whether we choose to accept that or not. It will not change that fact. God exists at the heart of all things-at the heart of us. And in that core there is a unique and individual personality. Fellowship brings together the gathering of hearts. Community. Trinity. Relationship at the core. To be human means to be relational. From human comes human. There is no other way. From God comes the heart of the human personality. In all of us there is a longing to be part of something. Our deepest desire is the need to belong; to be part of things; to be invited in. From the relationship with God comes the longing for friends, family, community-a place where love is found in abundance. A place where there is no judgment; instead there is patience and understanding. Funny how the same thing we seek from God is the same thing we seek from each other. This is who we are by design; it is written on the human heart.
Eldredge continues, "What went wrong? Where did the story take a turn for the worse?"
When there was order, there was the temptation for chaos. When there was peace, there was the temptation of war. One force fell prey to this temptation and changed the weights of the scales forever. It was on this day that all 'hell' broke loose. Things happened long before humankind came along, things that altered the balance of life forever. Angels were in existence long before humans were. They were majestic in appearance, frightful in virgin eyes. Their presence among humans commands undivided attention. Yes. We do share our stage with other players, whether we choose to accept it or not. At the head of the countless number of angelic hosts, stood the first angel in creation. The first angel was "vain" glorious in heart and grew tired of sitting still in its humility. The angel, also known as Son of the Morning, rose up against its Creator and King and declared war. It was a battle for supremacy-a battle for position; selfish worship and adoration. This battle continues over centuries-sweeping our existence into its unmeasurable firestorms of peace versus pride.
Balance, order, and eternity meets its counterparts-instability, chaos and death. Evil has entered the story. The battle continues today. We are in the middle, right in the heart of the greatest story ever told. WE are in the eye of the storm.My soul praises the Lord and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior...(Luke 1:46,47)
So now we have to use one of our greatest powers as humans. We must use our power of decision and free will to determine which leader to follow. The King and Creator or the Son of the Morning? Or worse-we decide to rise up and from our own nation of nations among the legions of creation and chaos to either remain neutral, act in self-defense or wage war.(Researcher)
Now again, here, Nethaleo is referring to himself as one of us. As human. He says "we" instead of "you". It is still not clear, however, what or where Nethaleo is or is from. The message continues.
Just as the Son of the Morning chose to rise up, humankind has that same choice. Now it is time to decide; stay with the King or choose to rebel? Attempt to remain neutral, fight them both or only respond in self-defense? The war between the King and Rebel is depicted historically as the greatest battle known in existence---there has never death rate higher in history of all known time. The war ended with the King remaining victorious and in control of the Holy Throne. The Rebel lost. Punishment is declared and the leader of the rebellion and any and all followers and supporters, were cast out of the Kingdom of Peace for eternity.
It reads like a child's storybook or an old wives' tale told 'round brisk bond fires at camp. This is the story. As Eldredge captures, "evil has entered the story."
God won and defeated Satan. Satan, out of eternal disdain, attempts to destroy everything God loves through manipulation and lies. Satan calls God's own heart into question to persuade us in our decision. So now the battle for adoration and worship from humans begins. And it doesn't stop there. In many ways, more than we care to acknowledge, we have grown numb to suffering. It is as if we have dulled the receptors to no longer generate emotion from the pain of death.(Researcher)
Even I, as the author, wish I did not feel as I do about my own painful deaths. Today, I was part of death. Whether by the hand of a criminal or a doctor, a family member, friend or stranger, murder is still murder. Today, I experienced murder in the form of abortion. In short, looking back on the entries before the Epic discussion, Nethaleo spoke of choosing life. Ultimately, it was not my decision. It was the decision of the mother. With all things considered, it is truly an indescribable emotional experience that I will never forget. (11/7/05)
Eldredge says, "we forget how fantastic and limitless the wonders of life really are. And every now and then, something happens to break the monotony and demand our attention." These are those times I refer to as 'the snatching of the collar. God will try to get your attention and will ask you nicely two times. On the third time, if you still don't answer, God will snatch your collar and command your attention.
This is where our epic becomes a love story. The greatest love story ever told. God creates us with like powers-the ability to reason, create, share intimacy, to know passion, laughter and pain. Through this likeness, we are able to experience wonder and imagination and most of all, we have the ability to dream. Lastly, we have the ability to love. Love is the point. It is the reason for it all. Sadly, love has no boundary and must not be bound or controlled in any way. In short, love is an invisible power that we can't see. It chooses you. You don't choose it. You can not control who you love or force anyone to love you against their will.
This is the problem of pain for God. Because we have free will, God can not force us to love God. God can only hope we love in return. We known we are not what we were meant to be. We all fail on the most essential virtue of all. We fail when it comes to loving. We fail to love God. We fail to love each other and we fail to love ourselves.
Consider also this: every great story has a rescue. God has a rescue plan to save love and rescuing the human heart is the hardest mission in the world. Do we even want to be rescued? For those of us who do not, they will not be saved. Saved from whom? Themselves.
God experiences sadness, pain and jealousy just as we do, after all, we are made in His image. However, with God, it is magnified times the power of ten. God is a lover scorned; betrayed over and over again. God's love for us is greater than the pain and this is why God's plan is to rescue us from captivity--the captivity of the heart.
God seeks only to be loved by us. God does not seek our religion, God does not seek our science. God only seeks our love. God's plan is to save us in every way there is to be saved. The Son of God even walked the Earth as a human to trade our captivity for His. All He asks of us is that until we meet again in Paradise, take care of yourselves and each other. This is God's heart toward us. And God is confident that we will choose life over death like He did...that we will choose love over pain like He did...that we will choose peace over war like He did.
Epic continues.
"Once the great fight is won, the final song has played, the order will be restored. To be back in the heart of Paradise is written on the human heart. This is the deep seeded longing to live out the ending of this incredible journey; happily ever after. If it were not for this ending, life would be a pointless tragedy. Thankfully, the artist has painted a future of infinite balance. It is not just a fairytale, it is a promise of absolute certainty."
Be kind and compassionate to one another, forgiving each other, just as in Christ God forgave you. (Ephesians 4:32)"God promised a new heaven and earth is being prepared for us where there is love overflowing, the streets are paved in gold and life is everlasting. You see, eternity is also set in our hearts."
An immortal life. The restoration of all things. Paradise is restored. Relationships are restored and love is the only religion we know. This is our future. If you choose it. This is the power of free will. The invitation of life is still good if you want it. Restoration of life means beauty, intimacy and adventure immortal.
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| The Human Passion: A Dream (10/22/05) |
This morning I'm visiting the slow, but modern Savannah-style town of Barclee Point. The paved streets with grassy shoulders are unusually quiet. Order is so perfect here that there are no street lines to separate coming and going traffic. The air is warm...comfortable. 'Just right as usual', the locals would say.
The homes are simple with the exterior appearance of upper-middle class design. Manicured lawns apron each home. But not all of the flowers and trees are planted by the homeowners. Actually, the homes appear to be built around the trees and flowers. The colors of the surroundings are vivid and rich. The countryside glows from the settled mist and the warm, sunny, blue sky in the backdrop.
As I pass through the air of the inviting neighborhoods...I notice well kept farms that appear as if they never need tending. As I pass into the business district, I notice to my right, a large, brick sign with gold inlay and a black, solid backing. There are bold, clean, gold letters that read, BARCLEE POINT. Under the lettering, there are small letters that give more location information and the year the town was established. Unfortunately, these types of details are difficult to record when I wake up.
I knew this is yet another geographical location that did not exist in the world we know today. It would not be found on any Internet search and would not be found on any map. Although I have crystal clear vision of my surroundings, I know that during the re-entry, I will not be able to write down all of the identifiable details. So I struggle and force as much as I can to memory. I try to mentally record my visuals. I see street signs, buildings, a park that did not appear to be kept up (surprisingly enough) and a town-square with a tall, stone monument of something simple, but memorable I suppose.
I expected the shopping areas or parks to have activity, but yet and still, no people. No birds...no animals...no people. I stop at the town-square statue with leaves of Fall blowing over it and wonder, where are all the people? My curiosity to find the inhabitants of this southern-style city, leads me to a mall. The mall is right next to an old, abandoned auto repair garage. Strange. Well, anyway...I go inside the mall, head up the elevator and out into the main shopping area. The lights are on in some of the stores and it looks like any other typical mall after closing hours. Still no people.A friend loves at all times. (Proverbs 17:17)
So I go down the back stairs, down two more floors and end up in a long, dark hallway. I make it to the end of the hallway and...eureka! I find people! Oh, they are clapping and singing and carrying on. Some sit quietly and watch as others take turns joining in.
The people appear to be dressed in early era clothes of polyester and cotton blends. The men are in suits and the women are in dresses. They look like the type of people you would find in a small, southern church. Oddly, no one is under the age of 60, maybe late 50's. Hmm. Wait. Something is missing. Children. There are no children here.
There is another hallway off in the distance. It is long and veers off slightly to the right. There is bright sunlight coming through the high, stained-glass windows. They remind me of the windows I saw in the large white church just outside of town. As usual, the fact that I am cloudy in appearance, ghost-like...moving slowly along the ceiling, never seems to shock, amaze or frighten people. They just smile politely as I hover quietly above the crowd. Some of them pay no attention to me at all.
I finally reached the end of the second hallway and exited the building. I felt good about what I witnessed and was ready to write it down. Problem is as always, I have not learned yet how to write things down while I'm dreaming so I can go back to them after I wake up. The only thing I can do is start researching as much as I am able to remember.
Multiple Internet search engines...typing in, BARCLEE POINT and...yep. Just as I expected, no listing found. Nothing matched the descriptions in my dream. I was certain this dream meant something, I was just not sure what it was.
The Human Passion pt. II
I begged the question, is this Heaven? Are all the places I visit in my dreams actually real locations in a parallel universe? Could it be that the new heaven and new earth are not much different than the current one? It could be that the new heaven and earth are the same except operating and existing as they were originally intended to--without sin and without death.
I definitely imagine a place where all things are beautiful, plentiful, bountiful and human life is immortal. It is my Utopia. We are destined for a permanent place of peace and love. It it was I long for. It is what I die for. I live a temporary death to die an eternal life. This is my dream of the human passion. (11/9/05)(Researcher)
The Human Passion was one of many lucid dreams I had during my studies of the Dreamweaver Diaries. Looking back, maybe that's why the townsfolk were meeting that day. They were meeting to "be restored." As I mentioned, the people appeared to be older, some middle-aged. There were no other reasons for every person in the city to go this one place. It also explains why there are no children. Because no one ever grows old in Heaven. So why would there be any young people waiting to be taken up? They were happy and singing in celebration of what was about to happen. They were about to get new bodies, new minds, and renewed spirits. Basically, they are about to get a brand new lease on life.
Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord. (Colossians 3:23)
It is quite possible with the billions and billions of years it takes to create a galaxy, a stable galaxy of the magnitude great enough to create paradise for all, the new heaven and earth is obviously not part of this solar system. It is possible the new solar system and galaxies, the new earth, lead to the separation from God that is commonly known as Hell.
Remember what Hell truly means. It means a place of punishment-a place of uproar and confusion-a place full of eternal misery with no order. They are all things opposite of the new earth. So God's plan says; those who do not want to return to Love will spend life after death here on this planet. Those who are remembered, return home and are whole again-on a new earth. Love is restored. (10/22/05-11/9/05)
Several centuries from now, it will come to pass, the Royal Family's secrets will be revealed.
God has three sons: Yeshua, Lucifer and Adam. Two out of the three sons will betray Him and Yeshua will inherit the keys to the Kingdom and take seat at the Crown as Lord of lords, King of kings.
Lucifer chose to build his own kingdom separate from God and become leader of his own nations of followers.
Adam, the baby, had a choice. He was not strong enough in physical, spiritual and universal intelligence, to maintain or sustain an independent presence amongst the powers of his brothers, so he had to choose refuge among one or the other!
Adam came to find that his sole purpose for existence was to love and be loved. Adam was not created to be king nor was Lucifer. Only the begotten Son could be King. And so it came to pass, God moved on to become an Elder in the Roundtable of Allegiances, Yeshua, now Jehovah, became Lord of lords, King of kings, Lucifer, now Satan, stayed behind in that old Milky Way, reigning as prince over all that remains of this once illustrious galaxy. Adam, now Anwqen, chose to live with Jehovah in Barhadece. This is the family history. (11/1/05)(Researcher)
As I have come to find with almost every entry, right after something positive is said, something negative always follows. Here is another dream I had late one night after heavy study of the diary. I call it, The Rough Night's Sleep.
The Rough Night's Sleep
September, 2005
This species self-destructs...eats itself; hates itself; lacks development, growth and understanding; has all the tools to live a life of immortality...chooses to self-destruct through fear/hate/sin/selfishness/greed. Free will. Mistake? On purpose? Lab test? Experiment? 5 billion year test? Are we alone? Fish-tank theory. Remember it. I am a part of it. I am open. Can't shut it off. Nowhere near the level of genius. Damn. Wish I was. Scary isn't it? To be part God-part human? Halfbreed. Half-spirit, half-flesh. What a creation. Please sleep. Shut it off, God. Please shut it off. The name of me engulfs my entire being and existence. I am of the Master. I am De'Master.
(Researcher)
Sadly, it would be another six years before I realized that such a narcissistic, self-absorbing nature would completely swallow my entire life and leave me nearly with nothing. I was living in an illusion. Force-feeding myself false information about myself, believing I was more than a common man. I was convincing myself that I was more than a mere mortal. I was convinced that I was an angel. Truly, madly, deeply. I was falling in love with the idea of not being human or subject to human failure and frailty. I wanted to be separate from such disgusting, gut-wrenching, putrid, filth.
After seeing humans through the eyes of the Accuser, I hated being human. I despised my own skin and snarled at the very sight of my own face in the mirror. For six years, I came up with endless insults, complaints, hateful and hurtful pet names for humans. I literally began to hate humans! After seeing how they treated themselves and other creatures, I hated them. I hated them for ever being created. I hated myself for ever being born. I said over and over again to anyone who would listen that it was my vote to get rid of all humans with the Flood, but no! God just had to keep the upright talking monkeys alive to destroy the planet some more! I used to say all the time, I don't believe in breeding. It's bad enough the world has to suffer with the humans that are already here! I also said numerous times, I would never have a child, because I would not be able to live with myself, knowing that I brought that child into this world of sin and hate and then have the child blame me because life is so bad and horrible. The list goes on and on.
I prayed, hungered, wished, hoped and begged to God, please make me special. Set me above the rest. Make me powerful like that of an angel and let me make my presence known to humans that they will obey or be destroyed! Let me summon the wings of righteousness, the sword of faith and the shield of mercy at my command! Let me turn my outward appearance into any shape, form or animal of my choosing! Let me speak any language known to humankind and let me read their minds! GIVE ME ULTIMATE POWER! LET - ME - BE - GOD!!!
That's right. I wanted to be more than human. I wanted to be more than an angel that could destroy a human with one blink. I wanted to control the entire planet. I wanted to be God.
I woke up. Six years later to realize. I am but a whisper on the tip of the tongue of life. As quick as the breath leaves the body-I am gone.
And so the quest continues...concept? God? God-gene? Part of all that is? Why?
Surely goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever. (Psalm 23:6)
Why not? What? Who? Is there a limit? Or...the limit is...there is no limit? Can we find out?
{cue cheesy game show music} Ladies and gentleman, boys and girls, I'm your host, Guy Smiley and today we are introducing the mystical, the fantastical, the revolutionary...E-3!
{cue fake applause from live studio audience} That's right, the E-3! The infinite recording of the mind's eye. {and the audience says, ooh...ah} Yes, ladies and gentleman, the E-3 literally records, with absolute clarity, every thought, dream, vision and emotion you have! And it goes a little something like this:
Step One: Find the source. In other words, go to sleep.
Step Two: Reach the R.E.M. stage. In short, start dreaming.
Step Three: Complete multi-layered analysis. Or should we say, hit the record button and get everything: breathing, pulse rate, involuntary muscle response and oh yeah, don't forget to videotape the dreams.
Step Four: Thorough psychological interpretation report with printout of wavelength data. Or in laymen terms, get your popcorn, soda and get comfy because you're about to sit back and watch the movie your brain just created last night while you were sleeping, in high definition and full surround sound stereo.
You see? No limit...imagine the possibilities and will them into existence.
Now back to the Dreamweaver Diaries.
Nethaleo.
Come.
Time. The infinite concept of existence. We are the future and the past all at once; giving birth to the present. In actuality, there is no such thing as 'present time' in the literal sense. There is only the past and the future. In order for the present to truly exist, time would have to stand still. (2/06)
And so the journey continues. I have remembered the eye of all seeing. The hourglass Nebula-the eye of God. It is of no surprise to me. Only confirmation that Home is still there. As all of us like my kind do, as we near the age of the rebirth of the Prince of Peace, we visualize and recall the horror. We tend to place ourselves in a position of death. It is all part of the passing. There is no death for us at the dying age-the fear and emotion is remembered and so the paranoia of death, steals the sleeping hours away.
There is no rest for "hum-angels", as we are called by the sons of Adam. There is only the longing to be reunited.
I looked ahead to Andromeda and saw Home. It is so beautiful there. I do hope it will be ready soon. The Divine says it will be ready right on time as planned. That is about 5 billion years-human years that is-give or take a few hundred-thousand.
Either way, the idea of seeing the Angelic Host again and the Bodies of Reality: Light and Truth, will be refreshing. I know. I talk of it as if it is no big deal. That is the 'human-hood' in me.
Well the battle of the flesh continues. The fight goes on. I hear the call and I now know my call--I am Nethaleo. That was my birth name in the Divine. My life was beautiful. It was strict. It was calm. I remember long days and short nights and many, many days and weekends, playing down by the creek near my house. Yes, we have houses in the Divine, just like on Earth. I know it is hard to believe that I can be here, but it's really quite simple. There are several thousands of us-millions really-with no religion-no concept of human suffering-no capacity for withdrawal from self and others to whom we bond. Please. Write as fast as you can, fore my time to...[chansel...in...on...for...] ...is limited~~~~~~~~
DAMN. ANGELS TALK FAST. I HAVE TO WRITE AT THE SPEED OF LIGHT...I...SEE THE BIBLES OF THE EARTH WERE WRITTEN SO QUICKLY...(Researcher)
Stop. Something just happened here. This is the first time I have seen someone else writing in the diary. And based on what it says, it appears that it's NOT Nethaleo. So that's a huge eye-opener. That means this entire time, Nethaleo hasn't been writing a thing! It's been inspired or spoken to someone else to write for him! But whom? This means that this entire journal was written by a normal, common person through automatic writing. Well, in a way, that explains a lot. Well, nonetheless, let's continue. Regardless if it was automatic or not, it was written. The lessons still apply.
Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you. (Matthew 7:7)
Writing from the Angelic Host is about 10 to 20 times faster at the human capacity. Remember I mentioned "the collective mind"-you are part of it. You play a part just like the cells of the brain play a part in your everyday thought process.
Imagine for a moment, which you can't so I will just tell you, the thought and action process of God is like 100 trillion terabytes per millisecond at 10 times its power at hyper speed. That is how come spoken word materializes in an instant to the human eye. It was processing and being created so quickly, in literal sense, it's 1-2-3, thought-verbalization and actual manifestation, happened in under just a few seconds or minutes in human time.
Don't worry, I will teach you how to use your new sight and hearing to slow down time so you can see it with your naked eye. I am and will be your guide for the next few months, maybe longer or shorter depending on the circumstances. I will keep giving you knowledge and wisdom to prepare you for the transformation. The dreams you have been having about the pains and aches of your wings and the "air guitar" style of motion you have been practicing to get used to them...how to fold them down and spread and flap them...is all hogwash.
We don't have wings like in the movies and story tales. I think I told you that before.We do fly and levitate though and the "wings" come out for that, but your skeletal structure will be altered in the rebirth. Hold them and you will know how to use them fully when you awake. Do not fear them breaking or bleeding. They are made out of energy so they cannot be harmed by any man-made object or any other force of nature. Time to rest now. I will see you on the other side. Sleep. Now. ---Nethaleo 1483 AD
One thing we must remember for as long as it reigns true. Satan always keeps his promises and he always comes to collect. (05)(Researcher)
It was not until recently I realized what my connection was to these dreams, visions...phenomenon and wealth of information. My connection to Nethaleo and the Great Divine. It became clear after seeing the most horrible, frightening, terrifying image I have ever seen in my life. It was enough to remind me of an event in my past that I had long forgotten until now.
His eyes were bloodshot with yellow irises and pupils of red and black.
It was him. The face of death. The horse rider I had seen and longed to defeat so many times before....stop and consider God's wonders.(Job 37:14)
Death's presence awoke a fear in me that I had not felt in 3,000 years. It was the instant moment right before my own death. I remember now.
Next thing I knew, I was balled up in a fetal position, cradled by the plush softness of my right wing, reaching for my sword. My left wing was wrapped around in front of me and I grabbed the outer plumage to protect my body.
Each wing is tipped with an extremely sharp, very coarse hook. No matter how strong and damaging the hooks can be, I could not force myself to use it against him. I was frozen. Frozen with fear.
Before I could regain composure and pull myself together, he was gone. I will never forget the way he laughed and screamed at the top of his volume as he raised his golden spear, motioned as if he was going to stab me with it and pulled away. Instead, he ran the tip of the blade slowly across the right of my chest, just below my collar bone. The second strike was against the outer wall of my left wing, leaving not even the slightest blemish that it was ever touched.
(Researcher)
Let's put this into perspective. Sariel, one of the superior angels of death, had the chance to kill Nethaleo in the war in Heaven when Lucifer was defeated by Michael and cast out of Heaven to Earth. Sariel let Nethaleo live. Why...why didn't Sariel kill Nethaleo like all the rest. We read on. Nethaleo. Continue.The fighting and chaos continued around me as I slipped into the quiet echoes of my mind. The screams grew faint as the voice inside of me grew stronger. "Oh God. I have never faced such an unspeakable fear until now."
And then, suddenly, a fierce whisper swept across my right cheek. Everything around me immediately turned black. And it hit me. I was dead. Slain by a blade across the throat. The cut was so deep, my head was nearly severed from my neck. All of the loud constant screaming stopped in an instant.
It was 3,000 years ago that I felt such a fear. If I can recall correctly, it was the battle at Delle one, no. Maybe Dgennes...couldn't be. I was alive for that one. I died in Elko - - -3 1 8 1 65 NINE NINE NINE NINE ----- --- ~~~~~Didnt Qidsddiefromdog~~~~~~~nomel@mef et tnbil I noo@I nuef due@e 6 J !!!--noov@s 5 .neeLoe salonn I in deid rinhep un saloon ani died rerht af qim Lav n out gniknird saw oN a ni de. d d na
I'm sorry to whomever is translating or reading this. Sometimes when the scribe attempts to write by automatic writing or when the writer attempts to close their eyes and let the spirit take their hand and write the words, other channels will come through and literally push the pen or pencil without the writer having any control over it.
What you just saw was the spirit of a little boy trying to tell the scribe the little boy's father died in a saloon from drinking himself to death. That was not what happened to me. My death was by the hand of Satan's 400th militia in the 18th century at the battle of Dgennes. Oh damn. So I guess it Dgennes. Well, that was buried in my mind all this time.(Researcher)
Ah ha. So now we know what's really going on here. They are channeling spirits of dead people. Nethaleo did not die as I originally thought from the earlier entries. Nethaleo is taking the scribe on this journey through death and the first subject he meets is a soldier that died in the battle of Dgennes. Unfortunately, after much ado, I found nothing in my research for any battle that ever took place in the 18th century in any place called Dgennes. Back to the journal entry. The spirit of this soldier, talking to Nethaleo and the scribe, in the scribe's dreams.
My spirit was awaken, shaken and torn from seeing the image and the likeness of my killer again after so long.
My heart took delight in all my work, and this was the reward for all my labor. (Ecclesiastes 2:10)
I do hope this means I can move on. (The spirit of the soldier, moves closer to scribe and Nethaleo looks the soldier straight in the eyes with a calm, peaceful stare as the scribe starts to pray.) God, I wish to bind the hands of evil from my physical and spiritual self. Now that I know who and what Nethaleo is--me--in spiritual form--and I ~~~~~~what have I done. (The scribe stops and wakes up instantly in a cold sweat. He looks over at the journal and pencil sitting on the desk across the room and notices the pencil is still moving. Shaken up, but not afraid, the exhausted writer makes his way over to the desk and looks to see what the pencil is writing.)The following is an image of the actual diary entry. The first part of the entry says: "I will leave you now to return no more. You are free. The chapter ---" and then it stops and goes into what appears to be different spirits or lost souls, attempting to all reach for the pencil at the same time. There appears to be seven spirits in all. Needless to say, apparently after seeing this possession of the pencil and the book, the scribe passed out, slept on the floor and woke up the next morning thinking it was all just a bad nightmare. But it happened. Take a look.
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Was it all a dream? Was it real? Was it demonic possession or was Nethaleo walking the lonely writer through the chapters of death so he could see first hand what it was like? The answers are out there. More to come as I unwrap and dive into Daydreams: Wake-Up. It is the final installment of journal entries from the Dreamweaver Diaries. More questions, more answers, more mystery to follow in the next page. As Nethaleo would say, sleep. Now.
-DeMaster Thomas-
