As a child I was told so many stories about the Spiritual Realm. I have been taught the one universal truth carried over in the stories is that family is important to them. Taking care of those that take care of you holds all the weight.
I remember the childhood story like It was yesterday. The story of God’s first children. This ancient society had achieved everything in a time foreign to us. There was nothing left for them to learn. Imagine a society so advanced there is absolutely nothing left to accomplish. So the father (God) and these first born children built a new home together, so much more vast than the previous one. They built it together as a family. Each place unique to those creating it. One family, which is now the authority.
There will be many more stories coming about the Ancient One’s.
Call them what you want the first tribe, the ancient ones, the first ones, angels or deities, they set the tone of what ’The Family’ should be. Let me share one of the happiest moments in my life. It reflects how important family is to them.
It was a perfect San Diego beach day. I decided to take my two foster boys out to the beach for some sandcastle building. I also took my tablet because I was so behind with my work on the World Prediction site. We packed our day and headed to the beach. This was in a timeframe before my current efforts in adopting these boys.
As we stepped in the car Micah (spirit) was staring at me with a stony glare. He walked by the car window slowly, looked directly at me and said ”Listen to the wise old woman.” Then he walked away from the vehicle smiling softly.
Micah is the author of all that you read. He is ”spirits voice” in the World Predictions. He speaks for the larger group that collect the world predictions. He is the voice behind it all. Marcus oversees readings, while Micah oversees World Predictions. Darcy is the architect and Macabe sits at the top managing it all. Those are the chiefs of our organization I call ’Spirit’. I will share more about Micah later.
A few hours after my ominous message I was sitting on the beach. The boys were just starting to build a sandcastle, but they didn’t know how to do it, So the castle kept sinking. I was on the tablet talking to all of you fine people when a shadow appeared to block my sun.
I looked up to see this little old Asian lady; she had her hands on her hips and an angry, annoyed face. ”What are you doing? You have your, kids, here, and your on that machine! What’s wrong with you? It’s a beautiful day. Embrace it.” Then she walked away in disgust shaking her head. She walked towards the water when I saw Micah standing there with a smile, fully dressed, in this pressed 18th century royal garb.
So I put the tablet down. I played with my kids. I taught them how to build sandcastles, and we did it together as a happy family would. The castles were not perfect but close enough. You could see the glow in their faces. At that moment, I looked up at the stars and felt this presence. One that is hard to explain. As if the universe was looking back. As if we were staring at each other. Then I understood. This moment was like their moment long ago. Children and their father building together. I was in awe.
That’s one of many examples where family always comes first. Think about it from a purely logical position. All of what we have, our wealth, ethnicity, careers, houses, governments, the very ground your standing on, all of it will end. What does not end? Us and our continued relationship, the train trajectory set for all those around us now is forever. So please treat each other well, we have a very long ride ahead of us.
My life as John Hendrix, the Tennessee prophet, was in the 18th century. Micah and I did World Predictions back then as well. It was him dressed for work, like our version of a uniform, but then he points out what is essential, this message. Family.