Thursday, July 30, 2009
For over a year, after the discovering of this all powerful God, I have been writing and receiving; lessons, stories and prophecies. I have been informed of earthquakes and hurricanes prior to their arrival. Although some people may consider myself a prophet, I do not boast nor acknowledge being such as I am just a receiver but I digress.
Getting back to the point at hand, upon looking through my writings in my current dated journal, I looked upon the date July 28 which was actually a writing from February 22. To clear up any misunderstandings, when I write and receive I do not worry about what is preprinted in the journal I just use the pages. Currently in my dated journal I have written all the way to November 27.
Anyway to my amazement I had written a similar warning to humanity that my fiancee wrote. Here is what I received for the dates July 28 & 29. I encourage all to return to Devin's poem "Message From The Source" and note the similarities.
Tis I Anu, Coming through the portal gates of Heaven and saw it through. I walked amongst men now you see the Earth sins could not carry me so much joy, so much pain , so much mirth from Earth’s disdain. Can’t refutile the soil for Abu. Only she knows the way to carry thru, you see, a great entity asset to me, learn the wise how it should be. Peaceful play, future stay, go away past of disdain. Distates, distrust, all of above, blest no more future has come to surface the present. A glimpse of the storm about to come and write the wrong. Micha-el my soldier war, rounding up the angels to open the floor, descending to Earth and fight once again to reclaim the land for the everlasting man.
Earthquake 3 that will be shaking the heaven’s on ground breaking rie. All the corners of the world flatten in the lances vaults of mer (latin for sea). So you see child the end is near bringing about the peace of heavens friend. As I bring forth un volcanic explosion of good to see the light missed by the ones who brewed, tainted it, discolored it for their own good not the greater ones. Next time I wake, write your fate for now you have missed heavens gate. You are weakened by the chaos consuming the world, cried tears from Heaven shedding upon the floor, sorrow consumes the Land of Anu Garden of Eden closed, dismantled and roux.
No longer the flowers grow
No longer do plants flow
No longer does rivers go
No longer does land mow
Rebuild a new city, a new nation, Anu Land gracious one you have the hand prepare your gifts, sharpen you tools.
This is another message from friend Anu.
Peace, Love and Bliss
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Monday, July 27, 2009
I have given
the fruits of
the whisper of
You follow with
On soaken soil.
remains the branch
above olive tree?
The pounding of
in the valley
the barren earth
Throughout the ages many other messengers or “messiahs” were sent from the source to deliver an oppressed people; Moses, David, Buddah, Muhammad, Ghandi, Martin Luther King, Michael Jackson. These phenomenal beings also tapped into their god within and out in order to transform and transmogrify a race of people for the betterment of the world.
We cannot just accept half the truth without searching for the remaining half. We cannot reject God but accept Christ, for if my memory serves correctly it was God who created the world including the son. It was God who wrote the Emerald Tablets containing the laws of humanity and it was God who gave up his son to save the world. John 3:16 “ For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish but have everlasting life.”
It is God who sent many for the greater good and it is God who will send another messenger, redeemer, savior and deliverer: messiah to save us all again, according to HIS will.
Peace, Love and Bliss
Thursday, July 23, 2009
In reaching my one month mark here in the Fallastine (Palestine), I would like to go into more depth on my theory in the 1 week update that Palestinian society is rooted in opposites. For all you Communistas out there, this is the dialectical approach that one entity exists because of its opposite. The opposites do not inherently clash, but rather have a symbiotic relationship, influencing and feeding off one another.
Nowhere was this theory more apparent than in a meeting I attended on Tuesday with the mayor of our village, council members, the farmers we have been working with and a bigwig Minister from the Palestinian Authority (PA). In usual Palestinian fashion, we were told two minutes before we had to leave to attend the meeting, and it was described as just a meeting with the farmers. You can imagine the shock when I walked into the Municipality building and there were around 30 people sitting in the conference room.
In this meeting, the balance between the old school and the new school was revealed, as the elders from the community walked into the meeting and everyone stands up and greets them. The elders, in traditional (old) male Palestinian wear and almost all farmers, sat side by side with the politicians in neatly tailored black suits. Just above the mayors seat, hung a picture of Yasser Arafat in traditional Kuffiyeh, looking more like a resistance movement leader than a politician. Next to him, a picture of Mohammed Abbas, current Palestinian President, whose appearance is stereotypically politician: that dishonest smirk on his face, the bright baby blue tie accenting the clean black suit, an overbearing posture that attempts to display strength but in fact appears weak.
Suddenly the entire room stands up and leaves the building, leaving myself and other internationals sitting their wondering what was going on. Ten minutes later the Palestinian Authority Minister of Agriculture arrives; he began the meeting by pandering to the crowd, saying that Beit Ommar Village was the one of the greatest in Palestine, and had resistance to the occupation that was unlike anywhere else. Pretty slick this one...Of course, at the end of the meeting, nothing had been accomplished or resolved. The Minister was then taken on a tour of the destroyed land, and after five minutes promised to give 500,000 U.S. dollars for the replanting of fruit trees in the area. This was a definite victory for us and the farmers, as it takes years for fruit trees to mature, some as long as 5 years. The settlers will probably set fire to the land again, and cut newly planted trees (as they have done time and time again) but there really is no other option, for if nothing is done the state of Israel will seize the land and give it to the settlement.
Nearly every news story in the U.S. brings up this topic when covering the region and the so called conflict, yet no one really understands the scope and magnitude of the issue (at least I did not until I came here). When looking at a map, the small settlements might not seem to bad, just a dot next to some Palestinian towns. But when driving around the main roads in the West Bank, one can see just how much land the settlements and their infrastructure consume. For example, in the 20-30 minute drive from my village of Bethlehem, there is roughly 6 settlements, including one settlement block that has 9 settlements within it. Mousa, the Palestinian whose home I reside, had family land that was bulldozed and snatched up 3 years ago, and is now part of a settlement (Mousa ended up underneath the bulldozer trying to stop them from taking the land). Despite common perception, the settlements are not slowing down growth, but expanding at an alarming rate, with the collusion of the army who allows attacks on land to happen and prevents Palestinians from accessing their land. All this is under the umbrella goal of Judaizing all of the area (e.g. just this week Israel decided they are going to remove Arabic from every road sign for Jerusalem). Interestingly, many of the people who live in the settlements are American, who are more often than not the most violent, as they have the most stake in the existence and survival of the settlement.
On a lighter note, I want to conclude with a short story of the summer camp party for children of a Bethlehem Refugee Camp that I attended this week. The event was highly politicized, with reenactments of the Israeli military (children holding fake M-16s) harassing Palestinian people and the Palestinians defeating the military in the end (this is opposites again...who would put politics and a children's party together?). But what will stick with me for quite some time was a young girl, a little younger than Alex, singing about her country, the beauty of it, with such a longing and sense of loss that made me eyes tear up. This little girl could be my own daughter, and I cannot imagine the heartbreak and anger I could feel if she was singing this song. This girl, this refugee camp, this country simply desires to be free; free from the struggles of a chaotic existence controlled by a third party, free from the fear of what tomorrow will bring.
My heart with be filled with that piercing song until the day she will be free...
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
In the new era of Bush-Reaganomics many fail to pay attention to Public Education. In September 2008 it was reported by the Chicago Tribune the dropout estimate in Illinois was nearly 230,000; nationally the statistics estimates over one million students per year. (Alliance for Education). Various reasons are displaced upon the children and their families for the inability to complete a high school diploma. Governments throw more funding at the “poor, overworked, underpaid teachers who face so many challenges for the unruly sociopaths presented to the public education system.” Yes I am being condescending for I used to be a teacher who did not feel overworked or underpaid or extremely challenged. Why these cry-baby teachers, along with the help of media outlets display their problems amongst society leading them to side against lies and disguises, no one bothers to open their eyes and see the malicious, calculated, callousness teachers and administrators provide.
My daughter at the age of 8 summoned my protection thru horrified hysterics due to the maltreatment she was receiving by Barkstall Elementary School officials and staff members. Of course when questioned they all banded together against my daughter in an effort to continue the disenfranchisement of a young African American disabled student. They tormented her on a daily basis documenting both her and their wrongdoings in order to ensure failure by design. After two years of appealing to everyone from local and state officials to the Federal Bureau of Investigation, as a last resort we contacted President Barack Obama. The following is a clip from my now 10 year old daughter’s personal letter.
The schools have been hurting me in the middle of second grade and have been continuing. They have been hurting and restraining me since they knew about how smart I am on my work and decided in a mischievous way to try and hurt all the autism and smart kids around the world… I need help from you Barack Obama to do something to the teachers and save me and the other autism kids. That was when I have been complaining about not going to school because I was frighten about all the particular restraints and spankings they do to me…
Alexandria also wrote President Obama a personal letter when he was a Senator for Illinois in August 2008 stating that one restraint was so bad she thought the administrators were going to strangle her. Obama has not answered her to this date; instead we received a form letter from an aid that did not mention the issue or Alexandria’s letter. Throughout my life, I thought that if you tried to be a good person others would be good to you. While I was educating and nurturing other people children, mine was being exploited and abused physically, psychologically and educationally.
Every day as I watch Obama’s children being shuffled around the world, experiencing new and exciting adventures I feel nothing but anger. Knowing that his oldest was born during the same year as my daughter, makes me break out in hives and hyperventilate. I along with many other Americans am not asking for anything less than what he would want for his own children. Well Mr. Obama it must be nice to send your children to a $60,000 per year school when I had to give up my job to teach my own while making less than ten grand per year. It must be nice to have a Harry Potter birthday party for Sasha, although my daughter did not get to have her 8th birthday party because the school demonized and alienated her to classmates. So no I don’t care about your veiled politics which continues to rob the poor to give to the rich. No I don’t care about you taking a vacation, with your children, around the world at the taxpayers’ expense. No I don’t care about your time for a change speech which I have discovered is bull. Finally No I don’t have love for a President who goes against his word, who does not take time to help a little girl in desperation and who thinks it is more important to front than take care of business.
Mr. Barack Obama: Thanks for the pain inflicted by your lies upon my family. I guess you are true to your word because you did change our view of you.
Peace, Love and Bliss
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
In Palenstine, the Bedouin people have taken an innovative approach to "going green." Using recycled and Earth materials such as tires and mud, they are constructing a school closer to home to ensure safety and functionality. Not having funding to create elaborate buildings with advanced technological or electrical attributes, allows the Palenstinian's to design a beautiful, natural, aestethically pleasing environment. By enlisting the help of local children and adults as well as international volunteers, the success and sense of accomplishment is immeasureable.
In this country we complain how the schools are ill-equipped; building structures not having air conditioning, classrooms without books, and teachers who are bullies yet the Palenstinians just want an environment for their children to learn that's closer to home. Unfortunately Israeli military often threaten to carry out the act of destroying the school due to permit issues. Volunteers sometimes stand watch at night in order to protect work completed and continue the cycle to an environmentally friendly school.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
This morning I spoke with my fiancée and discussed his signing up with twitter to tell of his advocacy tales in Palestine so that people will be prepared for his book coming out this winter. At the perfect time he had to leave so that I may begin my journey of appreciation. I changed from my jeans into more pliable pants, placed on my shoes for a trek into the wonderment of simplicity. Then I remembered my stomach was empty of nutrients to keep me sustained. I drank a quick glass of V8 Fusion and headed on my way to peace. I arrived at the park rearing to power walk four times which is the equivalent of approximately two miles. I turned on my mp3 player and started walking while listening to the laws of attraction. The first time around I was in the zone of listening intently to what the laws had to say about attracting negative images into your life after you’ve elevated yourself to a different thought process. The second time around the laws discussed creating that which you want; at the same time I was wishing I could run around the park. Out of nowhere came three joggers passing me up, I found myself jealous of the men for achieving what I wanted. Then I proclaimed to myself “Angela you’re being silly, for one day you to will be able.” How did I know if the joggers started off running, maybe they began just walking as I am currently or maybe they have been jogging for years. For whatever the reason, people start and stop events it should be of no concern unless I want to continue feeling inadequate.
As I continued my third and final lapse I noticed the creation of life; the young lady tanning in a beach chair, the couple who walked passed me and smiled, the church bells ringing on the hour, the artist sketching the trees and flowers, the children joyfully swinging, and the old man taking a nap on the bench. Each creating a different element working together in the harmony of this universal life, creating a picturesque view of simplicity. As the bells chime in approval, I rest assured that peaceful balance is what it’s all about, the true magnificence of love. So the next time I am given the opportunity to have a free day or weekend, I will be sure to enjoy the simplest things.
Peace, Love and Bliss
Saturday, July 11, 2009
It has been my understanding, having been a teacher in the public education system as well as a single black parent of a child with a disability that concessions are made for those considered worthy while apathy are being displaced upon those who are not. These populations of human beings are segregated, separated, isolated, humiliated, bullied and maltreated not by their peers but more so by the ones from whom they are supposed to be educated: teachers. Parents especially single, black mothers are constantly being berated by factions who created the displacement of a family long before they existed. Was it the single, black mother who beat her husband to a pulp until he became complacent and then chained him like a common animal? Was it the single, black mother who said she could not receive government funds if she had her husband or adult son in the home? Was it the single black mother who harassed her husband into criminal activities in order to bind him in jail cells? Was it the single, black mother who told her children that if she disciplined them then they can call Child Protective Services to be “rescued?” The answer was, is, and will be a resounding HELL TO THE NAW! As we are always portrayed to say with much attitude.
So I ask in the midst of chaos, confusion, mishandling, unaccountablility and questions unanswered is it really a wonder why our children are out of order and out of control? Maybe they are seeking the truth from which no one wants to respond truth fully. For those who think I’m applying a simple answer to what appears to be a complex problem, maybe we should learn that simplicity sometimes is the right key. Oh and for those who don’t think I know or understand what is going on in the world, I have been thrust in the throes of a war unimaginable: The war against humanity: without a weapon, ill equipped and ill interested in being devoured. A fight I did not opt in for but am willing to win for the sake of ALL our children.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Lately I have been receiving an upsurge in dreams trying to figure whether they are prophetic, symptomatic or just plain crazy dreams. As I searched the dream interpretation dictionary from dreammoods.com, I discovered a rattlesnake signifies a passage of time. I’ve been saying for the last few days that July 7, 2009 is actually the New Year if we traipse back to ancient calendars. The ancients utilized the moon to determine months, I am redirected to the days of King Arthur when Merlin would say 9 moons ago to mean nine months ago.
Many would think that the ancient civilizations would go off the new moon cycle since that is what modern metaphysicists interpret as signifying new beginnings, renewal and rebirth. It is my belief that the ancient people would draw from a full moon because you can see it. That is why many ancients were so haunted by a lunar eclipse. The Chinese thought of the moon during this period of time as being eaten with blood spreading across its face, hence the red coloring of the moon during an eclipse. Ancient Babylonians revered it as an omen for it signified natural disaster or wrath approaching soon.
As I ponder yesterday’s event, Michael Jackson's memorial which is said to be more televised and watched than Barack Obama’s inaguaration, I wonder if the family had some deep insight into the power of yesterday. To most it was just the day chosen to bury a king, to me I am thinking about the turning of a tide, the passage of an era from which we became accomstomed and familiar. Are we prepared for what’s to come next? I furthered my period of gratitude and remembrance to this legend by watching his videography all night. I truly understood the genius of this great man who was crowned King, reminding me of prophets of old. In a song entitled “Another Part of Me,” I realized that Michael revealed the planets aligning along with what is told by the Anunnaki of Ancient Sumeria. I stood in amazement of a song written over twenty years ago and remembering that is also around the time Michael began receiving backlash by the media as being a freak. Could there be people out there in the world that are trying to hinder this knowledge in an attempt to not allow us time to save ourselves from our own demise?
Also on this enlightened day, the Blueray/DVD release of Nicoas Cage’s movie “Knowing” a sci-fi film of a little girl who predicted fifty years worth of major disasters including the end of the world. We laugh off that which we cannot understand, shrugging off the signs as just someone’s vivid imagination but what if the stories, these events are based off some truth? I think of other movies as well which spoke upon phenomenons, “The Matrix”, “Independence Day”, “The Happening”, “Angels and Demons,” are they all revealing some truth through the biggest outlet that consume Americans today: visual theatrics.
I would not be contributing or assisting but selfish if I did not share my prophecies received February 20, 2009, marked during the days July 12-14 of my Days to Remember journal.
In my mind’s eye I see, two earthquakes that will be preparing the Earth for destiny, volcano erupting in 3’s. What will it be? Where you see? Wake up old volcano underneath the drudgery. You will see how it could be when the moon hits high in destiny, destonia destus this deathly space arise out of the Heavens glorious space, settling in the winds of storms aflin tornadoes, volcanoes shape shift the mer release vear soon, planets aligs at high noon: Mars, Venus, Mercury, Jupiter too planets of 4 to open the door. For it is said to put the world to bed, awake in Heaven’s largest dread att ena for all to short circuit you see for everlast to come, the Heavenly.
This is another message of God Anu.
Peace, Love and Bliss
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Whenever a celebrity passes away, we are thrown into a space of shock as the mindset rejects the fact that a celebrity can be anything other than human. They are our idols, our hopes, our dreams our living gods. We believe they are invincible, indestructible and immortal; we desire to never let them go. Unfortunately we take these masters, these teachers, these beacons of light for granted as we taunt, haunt, scrutinize and ridicule every decision or action made. It is only when we realize they are gone never to returned do we appreciate their artistry, their contribution to this realm we called Earth. As the sun opens up in an approval, ever so slightly, ever so quick; I am comforted in knowing that soon we will be together once again with all those extraordinary beings so many throughout the eon of time to list.
Michael Jackson brought the best out of Black Americans, United States citizens, and the entire World. He demanded and achieved perfection with truth, honor, dignity, respect and most importantly through example. He gave us all that he was and in return we gave all to him. As I shed tears for a man I never actually met, I conceive that Michael is a reflection of all of us. The man in the mirror is you and I; he is our fears, our desires, our agonies and our pains. His struggles is our struggles, his victories our victories, his defeats our defeats, and his successes our successes.
So Goodnight to an Icon, a Legend, the King of Pop, a Humanitarian, a god; until we meet again, Thanks for the Love.
Peace, Love and Bliss
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Many of us, including myself, sit still and watch as life passes us by. Sometimes the world appears to continue spinning along with everyone in it while I’m stuck stationary. Time gets lost although it continues ticking, man keeps moving while I’m being still. I realized I’m existing and not living. To live one must love ALL; the good, the bad, the brilliant, the dull, the pretty and the ugly. Every slug, tree, sea, animal, and homo sapien contributes to the scheme of this interwoven design. Grand in its stature, it will always be a wonder for those who love to seek truth.
Day four of my journey to find purpose shaken me with the questions of what should I stop doing and what should I start doing. These questions are tough for me as I can think of many things to stop doing, that’s why I chose to do a cleansing. When I pondered what to start doing I draw a complete blank. Then I realized that the answer is simple: Live. I can either choose to sit and just exist like a piece of furniture or dance and live like the orbiting planets.
So I’m choosing to dance in love and I hope you dance.
Peace, Love and Bliss
As the continuation of historical mysteries attach themselves to Illuminati; from Ancient Mesopotamia to modern day Washington D.C., we are bombarded with half truths formulated regarding the God or God’s served. The most veiled conception is that certain Sumerian and Egyptian gods were also considered reptilian from En-Lil to Osiris. The basis for this fallacy is the hieroglyph depiction of their green coloring and worshiping of serpents. Could the modern depictions be coverings for the truth? I am redirected to Robert Frost's poem “Nothing Gold Can Stay.”
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down today.
Nothing gold can stay. -- Robert Frost
We all know that gold mixed with other metals, especially copper has the effects of turning green. Is it possible that the Ancient civilizations used fake gold or copper within their paints to depict the gods? With time and erosion it is definitely safe to deduce that the gold would in fact turn green and we as discoverers would only see the after effects of nature. As much as we attempt to recreate the past, no one truly knows exactly what was done or the methods. With the ancient civilizations, even today there are unexplainable structures and language. Their cultures surpass ours in the most complex, yet they lived magnificently simple acknowledging and worshiping the HE that is creator, director, producer and protector of ALL.
Lest not take for granted what green symbolize in the purest form. Green is nature, the vegetation of life. It is what was placed upon the fertile land to bear fruits of evermore; growth, wealth, health, abundance, prosperity and evolution. Green is all around, from the lowest of grass to the highest of tree signifying the remembrance of our God, the ALL- AH, Anu that I AM. For green is gold and gold is green, that is the only hue which can forever star.
Peace, Love and Bliss
Saturday, July 4, 2009
In Champaign and many surrounded cities, our Independence Day was thwarted by the natural refreshment of precipitation which splendidly consumed the entire day. The 54th annual Freedom Celebration Parade was canceled for the first time along with its evening festivities of entertainment and fireworks. For most citizens a moment of silence was probably formulated of their lack to celebrate in the usual way of parade, fireworks and barbecue. For those like myself, I say dig deeper and ponder the truth of Fourth of July becoming awash. In the hour of a debt ridden nation alongside a bankrupt State filled with corruption, lies and betrayal; how can one celebrate that which all truly have not obtained.
This society, America, where children are dependent upon drugs, teachers are free from accountability and society is a slave to government takeover how can we celebrate. There is still racism, hatred, enslavement and thievery in the United States. I believe the rains signify a breakdown of the lies and disguise we partake in order to be cleansed by HE that invokes change. It is that I AM, Anu which will come uprooting trees at time in order to get our attention but also who brings the soft winds and rains of promises for all those who turn the ear to hear. It is this quiet whispering that says I AM is here and near for you, HIS child. It is that promise of HE being the God of love not of wrath which calms the soul and brings forth balance once again. For those who hear the quite call are the true ones, the golden ones who can feel with all their heart that today change is here. Now is the time we who are bound and gagged will be released from the chains of evil, emerge victoriously in order to truly be Independent.
Peace, Love and Bliss
In Rick Warren’s book “The Purpose Driven Life,” he defines five methods that drive a human.
2. Anger and Resentment
5. Need For Approval
Learning that I am controlled by my past failures led me to the inability to stay motivated. At the center of this negative drive, this force of lack, resides within my daughter Alexandria. Since she was born I felt my inspiration ripped from the wombe as my dream of going to Art School and studying Fashion Design was aborted. I tried to regain my creative spirit through many endeavors such as candle making, skin care products and writing. None of those avenues, although very creative, has given me the joy, satisfaction and bliss that Fashion brings to me. Unfortunately throughout the years my love and ability to bring forth walking beauty to life has evaded my soul.
I resented my daughter for coming along at an inopportune time, subconsciously deciding not to be an effective parent. Now ten years later I’m caught in the web of guilty could’ve, would’ve, should’ve. I could have been a better parent, I would have gotten early intervention for her disability, I should have not allowed my mother or Champaign Schools to shape and mold Alexandria into the being she is today.
My driving force today: The guilt of not being an effective parent allowing for negative forces (including myself) to produce a negative child. The anger and pain of trying to tear down those forces in order to move forward; but how can one move forward in the past when you’re already living the present trying to prepare for the future? How do I remove the guilt of a past gone awry to receive the reward of the future? These are the questions I hope to discover in order shed the uninspired life so that I may work in the Inspiration: God’s Love, that’s the promise.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Last year I began a cleansing with the purpose of completing a 35 day period of collecting and correlating vegetarian delights. It was a game to me like hearing the punch line without setting up the joke. This time I desperately want to reach my full potential through the eyes of Anu, the father of ALL, that I AM.
Blessed is the man that trusteth in the Lord, and whose hope the Lord is.
For he shall be as a tree planted by the waters, and that spreadeth out her roots by the river and shall not see when heat cometh, but her leaf shall be green and shall not be careful in the year of drought neither shall cease from yielding fruit.
Jeremiah 17: 7-8
In order to begin finding purpose one must realize that her purpose truly belongs to our Lord, Anu. It is his will instilled within our hearts, souls and spirits that drives us to our destiny. For within his will cometh our will which is the only law “do as thy will in love.” So how do I keep myself from thinking it’s all about me instead of Him? That’s a hard concept to grasp, especially living in a society of selfish beings; where money and power rules over humanity.
Last year out of desperation for answers I began writing to God Anu with the hopes of receiving his greatest wisdom. My search yielded many prophecies which reigned true such as hurricanes and earthquakes as well as guidance to my own life. Today I continue writing often hoping for more answers to the world’s demise yet coming up with what I thought was nothing. Now I remind myself not only of the prophecies true from Anu but also his great promises from which I hold near and dear.
Today I say Yes! to Anu, I say Yes! to his prophecy, I say Yes! to his promises,
I say Yes! to my Purpose: The Final Destiny
Peace, Love and Bliss