Confidentiality, the Apocalypse Is A Veil Lifted?

jeff-kubitz (69)AUTHORin Dream Steem • yesterday

Confidentiality, the Apocalypse Is A Veil Lifted?

One had come to the realization that the Apocalypse had happened long ago. It was a sixth sense, a revelation, an extremely high probability of logic, that and the, "Dark Ages."

Since then, it has been a tool, perhaps for oppression, but most likely something turned into instinct, a part of the collective consciousness.

A priest explained last Sunday, in church, what the Apocalypse is: it's not something to be afraid of?

Inside the Hebrew Temple, in the Most Holy of Holies, the inner sanctum where the Ark of the Covenant was kept, a veil separated the rest of the world from this box, container.

When Jesus perished on the cross, this veil was sliced by nothing into two pieces. Apocalypse, the priest said, is a derivative of the Greek word for veil, where the veil becomes an act. The barrier between God and humanity is removed, the Temple is opened to all.

I had never heard this before nor read it. But I had read other things somehow related to the subject, like at around 500 AD, Hebrews had rebuilt the temple on the Mount of Olives, and again it was destroyed.

For me, my real questions, started at that ancient petroglyph in the Nevada desert. Which, should never have been there; the petroglyphs on the walls of the canyon of the Colorado River a bit south of my mother's house, and other things. Perhaps, the remembrance of why Shelly could very much be the prisoner. I will not write about why. The whole truth of it is beyond believable because it is part of the most weird infinitesimally small record and in a life about moving and chaos, and homelessness, and cults, survival in the desert and other places one can forget the smallest pieces of facts through the struggles.

A prophecy one did not know was a prophecy, a tiny fact, string of numbers, and true love.

In the world, there must be a little bit of trust, especially between spouses but trust is based upon experiences, promises, and facts. Under sound torture, occurrences of nature, hacking theft of money, works, illness and injury, a desire for electricity, ...

Everyday life, the calamitous unexpected occurs.

I have lived through the inexplicable and the incomprehensible.

Therefore my observations and reports are not believed as how does relate to my experiences when one has nothing to fall back to grasp the expression of conceptual thoughts enabling the attempts of communication.

Eye witness accounts throughout history recorded by those who lived before and preserved. For example, a puritan saw something which could be a UFO, UAV, or a spirit as the leader of the first colonial group of settlers one day and he did not view it alone.

I was thinking of how President Trump was elected and why he was not re-elected last time and I could write down the series events and acts that occurred, the spoken words of the Creator, the spoken words of spirits like Benjamin Franklin, George Washington, and Thomas Jefferson, oh and yes John Hancock but it would all be based upon whether or not a veil in an obscure part of the Earth split into two that allowed humanity access to the Divine.

Allowed access to other realms, dimensions, creatures, and beings, sights and experiences, futures and pasts baffling, forgotten, yet in instinct for most, imbued within the physical structure of each and every one of us.

An Observation and Pay

Cricket and the spirit of the wild stallion walked with me last night as the sun set and it was twilight, still bright but quickly darkening. I was reminded of the evening where I walked this road and it was summer and began to talk about the sighting with them. More importantly, the man that has suddenly appeared the afternoon before and asked me if there was a capital where was it, and I gave him driving directions having been there from here upon more than one occasion.

I wish to walk down to the end of the road and describe the event as it happened, I said to the ladies. That way I can describe the event as it happened in a more accurate way instead of recall from memory. But when we reached the end and turned back towards the house...

The whole purpose of this was to go with them that I could see and feel them transform from spirit to flesh.

I began to talk of my sighting of the great and grand "suppository" as God described it. How it sparkles and I thought it a comet at first and then the Goodyear Blimp. Through the stages I witnessed and the women could not translocate, yet again.

As to what stopped them, I observed and Pat was available to talk to as to what could interfere. Yes, my guardian angel. We went through the list of probable interferences and I figured it out.

So, I was awarded a septillion points. 100 sextillion free three day passes.

Imagine, no machinery, no power source, nothing but will and presto! A man shows up while I am cutting weeds with a weed whip outside the house and then as soon as he receives me the directions he desires, in the midst our talking, he is gone, and that spacecraft moves at 40,000 or so feet along the path directed.

Yes, that was a Humble craft, Cricket said.

One more interesting in this short work, is the relationship between Shelly and I and what these ladies should be able to do.

Now, I read that it is expected that humanity will be ruled by superhuman beings, on Fox News, and suggest those beings are not human, or maybe they are after they change.

They say there a two schools of thought in the world. Up and down. Future or past. Finite and infinity. But one is very interesting and that is that Ping Pong showed me the value of my cryptocurrency on her phone compared to mine.