fredag 28 februari 2020

Jesus is knocking on your door. Will you let Him in?

Jesus: At Home in Your Heart: A Topical Study of Ephesians 3:14–17
Confusion must have filled their hearts. Questions must have flooded their minds, for hadn’t Jesus said, “In My Father’s house are many mansions. I go to prepare a place for you” (see John 14:2)? Why, then, a few moments later did He say, “If a man love Me, He will keep My words. My Father will love him and We will come unto him and make our abode with him” (see John 14:23)?
“I’m going to prepare a place for you,” Jesus said—“and yet I will come and live in you.” We see Paul the apostle using the same imagery in our text when he says his prayer is that Christ will dwell in our hearts by faith. The Greek word translated “dwell” is katoikeo. Oikeo means “to dwell in a house.” Kat means “down.” Therefore, katoikeo means “down home.”
The idea is that Jesus would be completely at home in our hearts.
“Behold, I stand at the door of your heart and knock,” Jesus said. “If any man hear my voice and open the door, I will come in to him and will sup with him and he with Me” (Revelation 3:20).
Holman Hunt’s famous painting, depicting Jesus standing at the door of what appears to be an English cottage, hangs in St. Paul’s Cathedral in London.
“There’s a problem with your painting, Mr. Hunt,” a critic is reported to have said upon first viewing his work. “There’s no doorknob on the door.”
“Ah,” Mr. Hunt is said to have replied, “the door handle is only on the inside, for it’s up to the one within to respond to the knock of Jesus.”
Jesus will not force His way into a heart. He won’t barge in where He’s not welcome. He’s a perfect gentleman who knocks and says, “If you’ll respond to Me, I’ll come in and dine with you. But the choice is up to you.”
Most of us have made that choice. We heard His knock and said, “Come in, Lord. Come into the home of my heart.” And He did.
The Living Room
The first room He saw in the home of my heart was the living room. “Nice room,” He said.
“Thanks, Lord. It’s one of my favorite spots because it’s relatively quiet and secluded.”
“I’ll meet you here every morning of every day,” He said. “Before the day gets going, I’ll meet you here in the early morning, and we’ll talk about what’s ahead. When I walked in Israel, I needed instruction and help daily from My Father. So morning by morning, the Father spoke into My ear, giving me the tongue of the learned that I should know how to speak a word in season to him that is weary (Isaiah 50:4). And now I’ll do the same for you.”
What followed was great. I would come into the living room, a fire would be crackling in the fireplace, and Jesus would be there, ready to talk with me and listen to me. It was a great way to start the day. As time went on, however, things got busy, or so I thought. Rushing out the door to a meeting, I caught a glimpse of Him, sitting. And I realized I hadn’t met with Him for a number of mornings.

I stopped in my tracks and walked sheepishly over to where He was sitting, thinking He would lecture me. But He didn’t. There was a smile on His face and a sparkle in His eye as He said, “As I was saying…” continuing the conversation we had shared the last time we were together. And I understood then, truly, that there is no condemnation to those who are in Christ Jesus (Romans 8:1). He just continues to make Himself available morning by morning to help me speak wisely and to navigate life successfully.
The Study
As the morning drew to a close, Jesus said, “What is that room over there?”
“Oh, that’s my study. Come on in.” He followed me in, and I noticed He was looking rather intently at the books on the shelves.
“Look, Lord,” I said proudly, “I’ve got all the latest bestsellers: Winning Through Intimidation, Watch Out for Number One, I’m OK You’re OK, Dressed for Success, and Awakening the Giant Within.
“Do these books work?” He asked.
“Not really,” I answered. “That’s why I keep collecting more.”
“How about a book trade?” He asked.
“Sure, Lord. What do You have in mind?”
You give Me your books, and I’ll give you sixty-six books bound in a single volume—one that will make you unashamed as you study to show yourself approved unto Me (2 Timothy 2:15), one that comes with an incredible guarantee that if you meditate upon it day and night, you will navigate life prosperously and successfully” (Joshua 1:8).
He took my books. I took His. And suddenly my study was filled with a Book that would intrigue me for the rest of my life.
The Family Room
“What’s that I hear down the hall?” Jesus asked.
“That’s my family room,” I said, opening the door. My kids stopped their playing and rushed toward Him.
“Back off, you guys,” I said, laughing.
“I think I’ve heard that before,” He said, “when some other disciples tried to keep their kids away from Me (see Matthew 19:13). Allow them to come.”
So they tackled Him, and He wrestled with my kids on the floor. They had the time of their lives. Then He calmed them down a bit and began telling them stories. I could see my oldest son nod his head in agreement, and a smile on the face of my youngest daughter. Suddenly, a peace enveloped the room that was usually so rambunctious, so disorderly, so chaotic.
“This is amazing, Lord,” I said. “You’ve altered this room radically.”
“That’s why I asked you, as head of the house, to let me into the family room,” He said. “I’ll alter your kids, your marriage, your home, if you will build a family altar to Me. You see, more than any other group of people—more than your congregation or your elders or your friends—your wife and your kids are your primary disciples. So bring your family together, and learn of Me. There’s nothing more important you can do.”
The Recreation Room
Hearing a knock on the door, I opened it to find my buddies. We walked down the hall into the recreation room. “Lord, You wouldn’t like it in here,” I said. “This group is real rowdy. So I’ll meet you in the living room in an hour or so.”
The boys and I grabbed our pool cues, turned on the radio, and began doing what we did every Tuesday. But this time, it didn’t work. The jokes just weren’t as funny, and the conversation suddenly seemed shallow and empty. Even the lyrics of the music bothered me. After half an hour or so, I heard a knock on the door. It was Jesus.
He began to talk with my buddies, and I was absolutely amazed because they all loved Him. Oh, a couple of guys got upset and stormed out. But I learned later they weren’t my friends after all. They just wanted to use my pool table.
I learned that Jesus is the Life of the party in the truest sense of the word. I also learned that I’m free to do anything as long as I have Him with me because He changes the atmosphere. Now, if I go into a party and the party changes me, then I must leave. But if the party changes and people start thinking about Jesus as a result of my being there, I am free. And I discovered that Jesus Christ had spoiled me—for I had too much of Him to enjoy the old spots. So I’ve learned to bring the Lord with me to all of my recreational pursuits, and to watch how He infuses them with His life.
The Dining Room
After working up quite an appetite, I said, “Lord, let’s go get something to eat.” We went into the dining room and sat down to my usual meal.
“This is what you eat?” the Lord asked.
“Every day,” I answered.
“Really? This is the way you satisfy your appetite?” He asked incredulously as He looked at the large glob of cotton candy on my plate.
“This is the way I try to satisfy my cravings,” I said. “I must admit, however, that although it looks good, when I take a bite, there’s just nothing there. That’s why I follow it with a hot fudge sundae. I eat the ice cream and the hot fudge and the whipped cream, and there’s something there, all right—but every time I’m done, I feel sick. So I decide never to have another one. Then about five hours later, I think another hot fudge sundae would taste pretty good, so I dish one up again. But although I feel full—I never feel satisfied.
After hearing this, He went into the kitchen and came back a few minutes later with a most interesting meal for me: a little cup full of juice and a little piece of unleavened bread. “This is My body, eat of Me. This is my blood. Drink deeply,” He said.
Something happened at my table that evening. It became the Lord’s table. And it became incredibly satisfying to commune with Jesus. Feeling satisfied in a way I never had before, I suddenly understood what He meant when He said, “Whoever drinks of the water I shall give shall never thirst again” (see John 4:14).
Brother or sister—if you’re thirsting today, it’s because you’ve gone back to the old watering holes. If you’re feeling empty and troubled, it’s because you’ve gone back to the old ways. Whoever drinks of the water of the world will thirst over and over again, for it will never be enough. But whoever drinks of the water Jesus gives, will be satiated at last.
The Workshop
“What’s behind that door?” the Lord asked.
“That’s my workshop. I don’t go out there much anymore,” I said, opening the door, to find some unfinished wooden planes and cars on the worktable. “I’ve lost interest in these things,” I said, “Besides, I’m not that good at woodworking”
“I’m a Master Carpenter,” He said. “I can give you some help on these projects.” So He gave me some advice on putting them together.
Then He said, “Now take those toys—the hobby you’ve been pursuing—and give them away.”
So I grabbed my little toys, found some kids at the park, and said, “You guys want some planes and cars?” Their eyes lit up. And suddenly my hobby made sense.
“So that’s what You meant, Lord, when You told us that in the measure we give out, it will be given back,” I said (see Luke 6:38).
People garden, paint, remodel, bowl, and collect things only to get bored and go on to the next hobby. If hobbies, however, were used for someone else, what a difference it would make. You who like to garden—mow someone’s lawn for free next Saturday and leave a note on the door saying, “God bless you.” You who like to bake—make some cookies and give them to someone in need in Jesus’ name.

You who like to ride bikes—how about taking a kid who doesn’t have a dad on a ride around the lake? In this way, biking, gardening, and baking have meaning because you’re in the workshop using the talents and interests God gave you to share with others. Use those talents only for yourself, and you’ll be boring and shallow. But give them away, and you’ll be blown away with blessing.
What a difference the Lord has made in my heart. The workshop has meaning again. The family room is not so chaotic. The dining room satisfies the appetites and cravings of my heart. The study is rich with wisdom and insight.
But one day, the Lord said to me, “From the day I came in here, I’ve smelled something foul. It’s making Me ill—not because of how it affects Me—but because I know it is poisonous to you and your family. There’s a toxic dump somewhere in this house, and I’ve determined it’s behind that door right down the hall.”
“Oh, Lord,” I said, “that’s just an old closet. I’m going to take care of it sometime. I know it stinks, but You’ll grow accustomed to it. Trust me, I’ve had it for a number of years, and I don’t even notice anymore.”
“Can I have a look?” He asked.
“No, Lord,” I said. “I’ve given You entry into every room in the house of my heart. But that one closet is mine. I know it stinks, but it’s mine. You’re welcome to go where You want and do what You wish in every other room—but that closet belongs to me.”
With that, He slipped away into the farthest corner of the home. And suddenly, the family room lost its life. The study became tedious. The old songs began to be played in the recreation room. And the dining room table held only cotton candy and hot fudge sundaes. After several days, I said, “Lord, I don’t want You stuck off in a corner of the house. I want You to move around freely. I need You in my family room. I need You in my study. I need You in the living room. But I can’t deal with that closet, Lord. I don’t know what to do.”
“All I’m asking,” He replied, “is that you agree with Me that it stinks and that it’s got to go. I’ll do the rest—but you must give me your permission.” That’s what confession is. Confession simply means to agree. That’s why the apostle John says if we confess our sin, He will be faithful and just to forgive our sin and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness (1 John 1:9).
I had forgotten how good a house could smell. I was reminded of the home of Mary, Martha, and Lazarus. Mary poured ointment on Jesus, and John records that the fragrance filled the whole house (John 12:3). In other words, the whole house smelled like Jesus.
“Lord, You have been such a wonderful influence in the house of my heart,” I said. “From now on, it’s Your house. I’ll be the guest. You be the owner.
Smiling, He said, “I have a better idea. Now that you’ve given Me your house, let’s go to My house. I’ve been working on it for two thousand years. I can’t wait to show you what I’ve prepared for you.”
Once I gave Him control of my home, His work was done. Now He could take me to His home. And that’s a whole new story. I can’t tell it to you because eyes have not seen and ears have not heard the things God has prepared for those who love Him (1 Corinthians 2:9). It’s a story beyond description.
That’s where we’re going, gang. You who, by faith, have allowed Christ to dwell in your hearts, to be at home in your hearts, will soon find yourself at home in the place He’s preparing for you. In the meantime, while we await that day, we can experience a bit of heaven in our lives presently as we allow Him to be at home in every room of our hearts. May the Lord help us to give Him the keys to every closet, the title deed to the home in its entirety. May we be those who say, “Come on in, Lord. It’s all Yours.”

Source: 

TecartaBible> Strong's Concordance with KJV:

https://tbibl.es/6Hcq

In case you have not received Jesus Christ in your life yet, but you would like to decide to live a life with this wonderful King, you can do that using the following prayer. Pray out loud: Gracious Father, I come before You as a sinner who needs salvation and redemption. I ask Your forgiveness for my sins and my ungodly lifestyle. I have come to believe that You have sent Your Son, Jesus Christ, who died on the cross and rose again after three days, to save me. I believe that salvation doesn’t come any other way but through Jesus Christ alone. Jesus, I open my heart to You and I ask You to dwell in it and to become the Lord of my life. Holy Spirit, I invite you to lead and guide me to live a godly, holy, and sanctified life in peace and joy. Father, I thank You that You are in my heart now and that I am Your child. Amen.

fredag 14 februari 2020

Om Illuminati musikindustrins lömska trick med frekvenser - Gästinlägg

En mycket vaken kvinna, Christin Ohlin, skriver här ett gästinlägg om en av alla organisationer som satan har för att förstöra oss människor som är skapade till Guds avbild. Den av illuminati kontrollerade kommersiella musikindustrin.

Lär dig mer om Illuminatis musikindustri i denna bok.

Om man tittar närmare pä musikindustrin är det tydligt att regeringar och olika säkerhetsapparater använder musik för att kontrollera massorna.

All västerländsk musik som använder 440 Hz sänker vibrationen inte bara hos den yngre generationen med iphones och mp3-spelare utan även för resten av oss. Dessa destruktiva frekvenser får våra tankebanor att röra sig disharmoniskt och skapar inre konflikter som är störande för oss. Dessutom påverkar det kroppens viktiga organ, och skapar ett schism mellan höger och vänster hjärnhalva där varje sida bedriver olika medvetna och omedvetna funktioner. vilket i slutändan skapar sjukdom och krig. 

Om man skulle vilja veta ifall ett konungarike styrs väl, om dess moral är bra eller dålig, kommer kvaliteten på musiken att ge dig svaret. - Confucius 

432 Hz är en harmoniserad Ijusfrekvens som "talar" direkt med våra celler i perfekt resonans. Alla celler kommunicerar med varandra via infrarött ljus och när de får 432-frekvensen till sig sprider de glädje omkring sig. Det medvetna sinnet kanske inte är medvetet om detta, men det mesta i våra kroppar sker undermedvetet, tack och lov! Klassisk musik som Beethoven, Chopin, Bach och Mozart skapade sina mästerverk genom att använda 432 hlz.

De var mer kreativa eftersom musiken även stimulerade den högra hjärnhalvan som inte är lika vetenskapligt orienterad.

Forskning visar att denna typ av musik hjälper växter att hålla sig friska och växer snabbare. Dessutom är musiken mycket behagligare att lyssna på, och innehåller ett mer dynamiskt spektrum som gör att musiken inte behöver spelas på hög volym.

För att musikaliska föreställningar skulle leta identiskt över hela världen krävdes en viss standardisering.

Redan 1885 förklarade Musikkommissionen för den italienska regeringen att alla instrument och orkestrar skulle använda en stämgaffel som vibrerade pä 440 Hz, vilket skiljer sig från den ursprungliga standarden på 432 Hz som användes i Frankrike och i större delen av världen.

1917 godkände American Federation of Musicians (AFM) italienarna, som följdes av ytterligare påtryckning för 440 Hz på 1940-talet.

1953 undertecknades ett världsomspännande avtal mellan alla nationer och blev ISO 16-standarden för alla musikinstrument.

Idag är 440 Hz tonstandard allmänt accepterad, varför ett piano i Sverige låter exakt likadant som ett piano i Kina.

440 Hz är en onaturlig frekvenston som avviker frän det symmetriska vibrationsmönstret, och har förklarat krig mot det undermedvetna sinnet hos den västerländska befolkningen.

I en tidsskrift med titeln "'Musical Cult Control" skriver Dr. Leonard Horowitz: Musikindustrin har denna pålagda frekvens som styr populationer till psykosocial stesss, ökad aggressivitet och känslomässigt lidande predisponerar människor för fysiska sjukdomar, och ekonomiska sanktioner tjänar agenter, artistförmedlingar och företag som är engagerade i monopolet. 

Det är uppenbarligen någonting lömskt med 440 Hz. 

Utan att gå alltför djupt in i konspirationen, gjorde man 440 Hz till ett militärt vapen när all musik ställdes om från 432 Hz.

440-frekvensen är bra för att fä människor att arbeta hårdare. det förhindrar kreativt tänkande och stänger av känslorna. Det är tydligt varför dessa drag var önskvärda i det tredje riket.

Det kan också förklara varför modern musik, som ändrades till 440-standarden år 1940, har haft en så negativ effekt på dagens kultur.

Man visste vad man gjorde när man ändrade det universella språket vars byggstenar är helt baserat på energi, frekvens och form.

Man ville inte att mänskligheten skulle vakna upp till sitt fulla medvetande att vi i själva verket är andliga varelser som har en mänsklig upplevelse och inte tvärtom.

Den ursprungliga frekvenstonen som 432 Hz sänder ut har potentialen att läka medvetandet, och detta kunde förstås inte dom mörka krafterna tillåta.

När varje individ läker, läker också planeten och det kollektiva medvetandet. 

"Om du vill hitta universums hemligheter, tänk då i termer av energi, frekvens och vibration." - Nikola Tesla et finns mycke som talar för att 432 Hz är en mer naturlig frekvens för ett korrekt mellan "A" (även känd som Verdis A).

En matematisk ren ton som är grundläggande för naturen och konstant med universum, vibrerar med Phi och Gylle snittet. Denna tonhöjd kan kopplas till allt från snäckskal till forntida verk, inklusive byggandet av de stora pyramiderna. Dessutom resonerar 432 Hz med 8 Hz (Schumannresonansen), som är den dokumenterat grundläggande elektromagnetiska "pulsen" eller rytmiska takten jorden har, och får oss att må bättre. 

Här är ett exempel pé 432 Hz där musik med rätt geometri helt enkelt känns bättre: 



Att räkna, mäta och dela upp saker om tolv verkar vara huvudregeln som anammats av mänskligheten och genomsyrar var kultur.

Vi har till exempel 12 timmar på klockan, 12 astrologiska stjärntecken, 12 toner på den kromatiska musikskalan, 12 ekrar i ett hjul, 12 ägg på ett dussin, tolvstegsprogrammet osv.

Med untantag för 440 Hz som är en styggelse mot naturen och skapar disharmoni hos människan. 

Så vad händer när man delar upp dagens musikstandard A = 440HZ med 12? 

440 Hz /12 = 36,66666666666667 

Som du ser är denna frekvenston inte på något sätt i harmoni med det geometriska mönstret i naturen, människan och universum. 

Så vad händer när man delar upp A = 432 Hz, känd som Verdis A en matematisk konstant som överensstämmer med universum med 12?

432Hz/12=36 

Som du ser får vi 36 som är ett helt och jämnt tal eller 3+6=9. Det finns två sätt att uttrycka samma sak. 432 Hz = 3, 6, 9 

Om du bara visste betydelsen för 3, 6 och 9, skulle du ha nyckeln till universum. - Nikola Tesla 

Här är ett experiment som visar skillnaden mellan 432 Hz & 440 Hz.


Denna apparat använder sand men liknande resultat går även att se i vatten. Argumentet görs att människokroppen är cirka 70% vatten och därför kan dessa harmoniska vågrörelser påverka våra celler. Pä samma sätt kan de inharmoniska vibrationerna på 440 Hz göra oss sjuka. 

Här är några mer exempel där musiken är inställd efter 432 Hz.





Så långt Christin.

Henning Witte har lagt följande kommentar på texten:

Ja,hon har helt rätt. Hon gör dock ett mycket allvarligt fel: "Alla celler kommunicerar med varandra via infrarött ljus". Nej, de använder skalärvågor:

http://whitetv.se/sv/mind-control-mk-ultra/1334-var-kropp-aer-en-biologisk-dator-som-arbetar-med-magnetiska-skalaervagor.html
Ett avslutande citat från en av alla artister som mördats av illuminati musikindustri.


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...och visar tydligt illuminatis självbild.

THE SECRET COVENANT. Full version, rated R !

An illusion it will be, so large, so vast it will escape their perception.

Those who will see it will be thought of as insane.

We will create separate fronts to prevent them from seeing the connection between us.

We will behave as if we are not connected to keep the illusion alive.

Our goal will be accomplished one drop at a time so as to never bring suspicion upon ourselves.

This will also prevent them from seeing the changes as they occur.

We will always stand above the relative field of their experience for we know the secrets of the absolute.

We will work together always and will remain bound by blood and secrecy. Death will come to he who speaks.

We will keep their lifespan short and their minds weak while pretending to do the opposite.

We will use our knowledge of science and technology in subtle ways so they will never see what is happening.

We will use soft metals, aging accelerators and sedatives in food and water, also in the air.

They will be blanketed by poisons everywhere they turn.

The soft metals will cause them to lose their minds. We will promise to find a cure from our many fronts, yet we will feed them more poison.

The poisons will be absorbed trough their skin and mouths, they will destroy their minds and reproductive systems.

From all this, their children will be born dead, and we will conceal this information.

The poisons will be hidden in everything that surrounds them, in what they drink, eat, breathe and wear.

We must be ingenious in dispensing the poisons for they can see far.

We will teach them that the poisons are good, with fun images and musical tones.

Those they look up to will help. We will enlist them to push our poisons.

They will see our products being used in film and will grow accustomed to them and will never know
their true effect.

When they give birth we will inject poisons into the blood of their children and convince them its for their help.

We will start early on, when their minds are young, we will target their children with what children love most, sweet things.

When their teeth decay we will fill them with metals that will kill their mind and steal their future.

When their ability to learn has been affected, we will create medicine that will make them sicker and cause other diseases for which we will create yet more medicine.

We will render them docile and weak before us by our power.

They will grow depressed, slow and obese, and when they come to us for help, we will give them more poison.

We will focus their attention toward money and material goods so they many never connect with their inner self. We will distract them with fornication, external pleasures and games so they may never be one with the oneness of it all.

Their minds will belong to us and they will do as we say.

If they refuse we shall find ways to implement mind-altering technology into their lives. We will use fear as our weapon.

We will establish their governments and establish opposites within.

We will own both sides.

We will always hide our objective but carry out our plan.

They will perform the labor for us and we shall prosper from their toil.

Our families will never mix with theirs. Our blood must be pure always, for it is the way.

We will make them kill each other when it suits us.

We will keep them separated from the oneness by dogma and religion.

We will control all aspects of their lives and tell them what to think and how.

We will guide them kindly and gently letting them think they are guiding themselves.

We will foment animosity between them through our factions.

When a light shall shine among them, we shall extinguish it by ridicule, or death, whichever suits us best.

We will make them rip each other's hearts apart and kill their own children.

We will accomplish this by using hate as our ally, anger as our friend.

The hate will blind them totally, and never shall they see that from their conflicts we emerge as their rulers. They will be busy killing each other.

They will bathe in their own blood and kill their neighbors for as long as we see fit.

We will benefit greatly from this, for they will not see us, for they cannot see us.

We will continue to prosper from their wars and their deaths.

We shall repeat this over and over until our ultimate goal is accomplished.

We will continue to make them live in fear and anger though images and sounds.

We will use all the tools we have to accomplish this.

The tools will be provided by their labor.

We will make them hate themselves and their neighbors.

We will always hide the divine truth from them, that we are all one. This they must never know!

They must never know that color is an illusion, they must always think they are not equal.

Drop by drop, drop by drop we will advance our goal.

We will take over their land, resources and wealth to exercise total control over them.

We will deceive them into accepting laws that will steal the little freedom they will have.

We will establish a money system that will imprison them forever, keeping them and their children in debt.

When they shall ban together, we shall accuse them of crimes and present a different story to the world for we shall own all the media.

We will use our media to control the flow of information and their sentiment in our favor.

When they shall rise up against us we will crush them like insects, for they are less than that.

They will be helpless to do anything for they will have no weapons.

We will recruit some of their own to carry out our plans, we will promise them eternal life, but eternal life they will never have for they are not of us.

The recruits will be called "initiates" and will be indoctrinated to believe false rites of passage to higher realms. Members of these groups will think they are one with us never knowing the truth.
They must never learn this truth for they will turn against us.

For their work they will be rewarded with earthly things and great titles, but never will they become immortal and join us, never will they receive the light and travel the stars.

They will never reach the higher realms, for the killing of their own kind will prevent passage to the realm of enlightenment. This they will never know.

The truth will be hidden in their face, so close they will not be able to focus on it until its too late.

Oh yes, so grand the illusion of freedom will be, that they will never know they are our slaves.

When all is in place, the reality we will have created for them will own them. This reality will be their prison. They will live in self-delusion.

When our goal is accomplished a new era of domination will begin.

Their minds will be bound by their beliefs, the beliefs we have established from time immemorial.

But if they ever find out they are our equal, we shall perish then. THIS THEY MUST NEVER KNOW.

If they ever find out that together they can vanquish us, they will take action.

They must never, ever find out what we have done, for if they do, we shall have no place to run, for it will be easy to see who we are once the veil has fallen. Our actions will have revealed who we are and they will hunt us down and no person shall give us shelter.

This is the secret covenant by which we shall live the rest of our present and future lives, for this reality will transcend many generations and life spans.

This covenant is sealed by blood, our blood. We, the ones who from heaven to earth came.

This covenant must NEVER, EVER be known to exist. It must NEVER, EVER be written or spoken of for if it is, the consciousness it will spawn will release the fury of the PRIME CREATOR upon us and we shall be cast to the depths from whence we came and remain there until the end time of infinity itself.

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