Throughout my life people have asked “How do you know the Spirits your talking to are divine?”
To which I want to burst out laughing. Seriously you have no idea. I totally understand, just look at our world predictions gritty, dark, intense, doom and gloom. There are so many stories I could share with you showing the absurdity of this question but nothing explains my position better than Tide.
Bea and I were leaving the grocery store. We had a mountain of groceries. Feeding foster children is daunting. As we loaded the groceries in the car, stuffing them in, we realized that we did not pay for the Tide laundry soap that was sitting at the lower level of our cart. Bea was questioning whether we should go back in and pay for it but out of sheer laziness over being exhausted. I said no. So home we went.
It was later that night when I began meditating for World Predictions that our debate began. As I meditated the message from them was clear.
“Return it. Return it.” Then a sudden visual of me staring at the ocean from the beach, watching the waves come in. Return what? What are the Spirits talking about? Something to do with the Ocean? Then it hit me. Are they bothering me over the laundry soap? OMG, they are! Throughout the day I would hear these words, return it. It was constant, like Stewie from Family Guy saying; Mom, Mom Mommy, Ma again and again. Even during the readings, Spirit would oddly float by the washer and dryer. But I didn’t return it. It just didn’t seem that big of deal to me. I mean seriously they are bothering me over soap while I predicted the most vial human activity. It just seemed a bit over the top.
The next day arrived, still haven’t returned it. The nightly work had arrived. I sat in my perch, lit my candles and began to meditate for World Predictions as Myrrh burned in the background. But instead of receiving the next major event I had, Silence. Nothing. They literally left the room over soap. There would be no information today and their position was made very clear. In the waking morning, I heard a voice say: “The boss is coming.. he wants to talk to you.. oh your in trouble.”they said like pestering siblings. There was a twinge of fear there. Macabe is a powerful being, not one to cross, even if it is just Tide.
It didn’t take but two days for Spirit to break me. In hindsight I clearly had a twinge of arrogance, in my refusal to return what could have been something simple. But I am human flawed like the rest of you. By this time someone in the household already had the Tide in use. So I went to the store bought another Tide, took it outside the store, waved and shook it annoyingly at the sky, just in case Spirit wasn’t paying attention, then walked back in and put it on the shelf. However none of that would stop my boss from arriving that night.
Macabe, the conductor of our great symphony. The leader of everything you read here. For those of you who would argue these world predictions are my work, I would argue it’s his. Within the great orchestra I am the one hitting the big drum in the back. Macabe is the Conductor who masterfully does the world predictions and readings. Side note: If you were ever curious over how many Spirits are involved in our work with creating these world predictions and the Readings, an orchestra size sums it up.
It is said that Macabe is older than our solar system. He is a being that shifts forms at will, from black panther, to dragon, to human, his most common image is Fudo Myo-o, a warrior of righteousness, or the lion known as a foo dog. Both of which fit his personality to a tee. A warrior against everything evil and dark. It’s always a spectacle of art, for him to transform into different shapes and sizes. Like fire molding into something artistic.
When Macabe comes into the room everyone steps back out of respect. That includes myself, our journey together has ensured my unwavering loyalty to his cause. That journey is a story for another day and one of the greatest stories of my life.
That night, I was asleep when I got up to use the rest room. As I crossed the dining room back to my bed, I became startled as Macabe sat at the end of the table in the twilight of this moment. He was in human form. An older man, well fit, dressed in a fine black suit, very much like Marcus, lacking the tie. He waved for me to sit. I did.
“Let me show you something” Then with a flash of light I was in front of our Sun, literally floating in the middle of space. Earth looked like a small marble. It was a sight to remember. I could now see flames race across the night sky.
“Be the Sun. Be the mirror image of our Creator. Provide nourishment to all. Bring warm light to the cold darkness. Allow everyone to see what the light provides. Be Godly. Be good. Then his eyes glared at me like Superman’s red eyes.
“Someone who takes what is not theirs.. well that’s the opposite of the light you swore to represent. You exist to serve everything and everyone around you, all humans do.”
Then I returned home. The message made loud and clear.
Be the Sun. It’s a message for all of us. We should all work to be more like the God that gave us life. That’s my message to you. That’s the message from the heavens. Be the Sun. Be Godly. Be good.