Saturday, September 27, 2025

Tales from the End of the Road: Never say Never

 



Good morning! It is cloudy here, and overcast. 

Yesterday was a big day, if you are 'on' to the 'numbers game' in the UK. There was the big announcement.  It did not surprise me.

Why? Because something funny was going on when I got my new phone. You know how you transfer your apps to it, and you have to log in? Well, certain apps almost didn't let me without 'proper authentication' (polite cough). Now I have to log in from emails or other devices to prove that I 'am really me'. It was scary to see how fast my years of work online could disappear all for not being able to log in. 

My dear cousin, who has passed, was a stuntman. And he called it FANG--Facebook, Amazon, Netflix and Google--were tied in with the government in making the plots for movies. It wasn't just 'creative' any more, or even 'money motivated' to make a winner. He still loved the action and the work, and he read the Bible every day, but he saw and he knew a lot about the business. 

Facebook was the hardest for me to log in. If I hadn't had it on my computer I would be locked out. Amazon was easy it just transferred right over. Netflix isn't on my phone. And Google? I use it same.

I prayed this morning while I did my Bible study. I was worried about the times and the signs of the times. Even if this ushers in a short time and then we get to the 'good stuff' of 'Heaven', doesn't God know we get PTSD and trauma? I have the best Bible and I actually color in it. Coloring soothes me. And the chapter was Exodus 39. It spells out the outfit and the breast plate of a priest. Moses had to tell the people what God told him about how to make it, and then they made it for Aaron to wear, and Moses approved it. 

The people (if I dare call them that) who are holding the power and running the world still believe in Moses and the Temple. Right now there are priests who are trained in the sacrifices at the altar with the red blemish-free bulls. This goes way back. 

I also realized if Kerth Barker could endure the horrific things he endured with the people (if I dare call them that) who were deep into the 'ways of the (polite cough) light' then I can put one foot in front of me and get through my days with my easier life circumstances. 

Then when I sat down and was looking through the photo choices for this, I realized, we already have an identification as a soul:  our soul frequency, our energy signature! That's frequency and vibration--numbers--too! Energy signature decides where you get to go in Heaven, like a badge here on Earth--you know, how some areas need special clearance? We each have our own unique frequency, and this is what I connect with when I talk to someone who has made the Transition and is On The Other Side. 

I do not think anything can destroy our energy signature.

But the anger at the presence of it, and the special clearance it signifies apparently has angered approximately one third of the angels who once were in Heaven and fell. No wonder why there is a push for a twisted parallel at this time, to restrict and deny innocent others under their domain (humans). 

I might not be able to change anything. But I can sure call them out on it. And I can pray. 

Well what about your love, your inside connection, you may ask? It's quiet. My father was a teacher, I knew that the teacher's edition in the textbooks existed, but my school district and curriculum were completely different. I never got the answers. Not like my friends accused me of. I just learned and understood what was on the test. 

It's the same here. I have loving support and my significant other helps me when I get overwhelm with fear. The rest is all observation and introspection and luck.

Do not be afraid. 

Somehow things are going to work out.

Trust in the plan.

And as Ross says now, 'enjoy the show!'



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Ross and Carla

The Twins