I must have sent these well archived cosmic messages to hundreds of carefully chosen sites and individuals... although... when Angel made it clear he didn't want me to share anymore, I stopped entirely. Obviously, I flinged out the links more than enough over the years, so grateful to my Angel for ending that circus! The fact is Angel doesn't want to be seen, and I respect that. How our story isn't the biggest conspiracy theory on the internet is a testament to Angel's power over what people think. "The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he doesn't exist". And then there's Bill Maher, the go between. Documented communication between us is newsworthy in itself, LMAOROF!
Since a couple years I too scaled back my desire to publicize this mystery, and instead have been looking for key people to discuss it with. This isn't happening either. Meantime the Angel is freaking me out almost daily with ever formidable, chilling name code sacrifices. The other day he apologized through Bill Maher for imposing the slavery of censorship on me, and suggested I'd have his head on a platter if we went public. Salome Bey died on August 8th and on the 16th 'Bill Baptist' unintentionally ended his career by tweeting Kamala Harris is a hoe! Then I saw C Murder - see murder - which I interpret as a question asking what would happen if Angel's deadly bon mots were divulged en masse.
Today's world is so discolored with deception, chaos, illusion, duality - I agree it's not possible to introduce Angel. Ironically, a good way to cut through the treachery is for Angel to come out, and offer the world a big reset. I always believed the world can handle the truth- if and only if... Angel wants to expose the whole truth, including all the deception and tyranny. Then the name code sacrifices might even make sense! Anyway, people would be so overwhelmed, they'd have to exercise their creative imagination and appreciate the awesome implications of the big spiritual picture. Angel adores me so I'm bias...
What would I have to do with this? I used to think I could help, just by being nice. Going on 59, like Sade's mermaid in "No Ordinary Love", running to the water pouring salt over herself, my desire to deal with it (even virtually) is running low on steam.
I'm having fun taking care of my Angel, my family and the animals around me, big and small... I don't talk to the plants, yet.
Off to the beach and the supermarket, I actually ran out of salt.
