Last night I’m laying in bed after listening to Disclosure Day music, pacifically the music used in the bedroom scene.
I have tried to listen to it again and again. I could never seem to listen to it all without getting so emotional I had to stop. As beautiful as it is, the emotions are overwhelming. So I tried again and got as far as when the choir comes in. I couldn’t make it. The images in my mind were so powerful I was no longer here anymore but back in time as a young boy with them. The feeling was their love, however it was transmitted and made me feel so loved and important to them. In my heart I still cherish those moments so deeply. I missed that feeling that had become buried by my life. I had to stop the score again.. It was blinding to my present reality. I tried to get hold of myself.
Something is there. They seem to want me to get through those emotions to embrace them fully while maintaining the ability to focus and harness them to activate my abilities. Our abilities. The abilities that have been driven out of existence by the indoctrination of our own people.
Euphoria was what I felt, it’s what gives us our power to connect to each other and communicate, move objects, telepathy, images mind to mind and more. It’s the source of our true magic.
But it’s not easy and it takes time and strength. Somewhere inside our being is the way. We just have to work on finding it.
I closed my laptop and as I laid on my back looking at the ceiling it happened. First a little twinkle of a little tinker bell spark. And then another. They were subtle and then all of a sudden I could see stars on the ceiling. Instantly I was transported back in childhood memories of making my own planetariums. Placing glow in the dark stars on the ceiling and going to the SanFrancisco Museum Planetarium over and over again.
[Then the Visitor I’ve seen all my life asked me a question. “I told you you’d start to remember everything. Do you know why you did those things?” Then I was sitting on my childhood bed in San Francisco looking at the ceiling and the ceiling became a real veil of stars. I could see the Milkyway, and constellations I knew. It was a wonder and I started to cry. I looked to my left and in the dark she was standing there. She had this smile, faint but it was there. She told me it was a gift.They knew how much the stars meant to me and how I loved the stars.
I was left with tears on my face flowing down and this longing to recapture those feelings. I couldn’t get out of my head what she said to me, “You will begin to remember everything.” I feel this is only the beginning.
I share with you these very personal things with the hope that someone will echo back, “This happened to me.” We are slowly being brought back together and there’s a reason for it.
Remember.