Lord RA-EL kills Christians in the U.S., page 4

I am compelled to write in this expression in this thread.

Here I am, here I come,
What was to be
Will be done

For it was told
So long ago
That truth would rise
Out of the lies

Here I am, there I was
What is to be
Now sets us free

Templar Knights arise
Good knights align
All ye wise
Know this sign

Here I am, now I’m here
What’s now to be
Will bend your knee

We march forth
Step to the side
Raise forth our swords
To Christ our King

The wind rose, and died, and rose again, quietly howling, much like a human does who reveals only a slight amount of pain, even though in actuality it absolutely and most positively, hurts like the dickens.

Flashes of white lightening clutched all 4 corners of the room like a huge ghostly hand and was quickly followed by a faint, low rumbling. A distant lion’s roar came to mind and the Tribe of Judah.

I called out his name, “Jaques!” I hesitated, my mind whirled with random thoughts of nothing important to my intended focus, which was calling on Jaques De Molay, our beloved Grand Master. I centered myself and began again. “Jaques De Molay”

He spoke. “Request granted.”

I quickly continued, “Sir, I come before you today to ask you about a very important matter to which those appointed will know of which it is and they will know who they are. It concerns parables and principalities. Our very lives are at stake. We all merge to meet again. Through all the nothingness and somethingness we managed to create a plane and merge it into the consciousness of this date and time. Of particular concern is an unstable energy force which dwells at the seam of space time. This needs to be stabilized as soon as possible. The grid is full of holes but we can patch those up with no problem by collecting all the energy we can, no matter it’s source because of our sequence code RAM. We know that we are needed and it‘s why we are here. We are here for you just as you are here for us. It is unfortunate that we had to come in this way, the most deplorable physical condition human form has ever been in, but it was the only way to have this merging take place. The harvesting of souls indeed has taken place, but not like one would think it has, as the vessel had become a cesspool of hunger stricken seekers of light who are unable to reach true source because of contamination of spiritual paths. Our plane merges at the right time to avoid the contaminated spiritual paths and we have created a back-door to reach true source. Those not of us who believe in our capabilities are free to join us, but the joining is only possible if one truly believes we are capable as mind matrix is confined to each individual’s expectations. We are ready, are you? Be ready. Be vigilant. Stand steadfast. Don’t give up hope. No interference this time around.”

“Re El, Re El” Dark halls, there is a man, calling my name. I know his voice. From long ago. I love him like I had no other. There are people keeping me away from him. Screams and wails I hear, like a bunch of old nasty haggard witches going completely nutty. It finally sunk in, I was hearing the harvested souls stuck inside the contaminated spiritual paths.

I say to the him, “I am pulling you out. Take my hand.”

Ra is dead. Re is new.

Thy will be done.