Part 2 What is coming in 2023.. “Freedom”. I asked and Micah responded screaming it, loudly, “Freedom”. The Year Ignoscoa Rises. But hidden behind it a new challenge, a new monster, a new threat rises. Its not Putin, Its not Covid or another horrible virus. But without action it will become our biggest issue moving forward. Its name simply put is Water. What is coming in 2023 “The year water ruined us.” The faucet taps are dry. There is no water supply in many of the coffers, streams, and rivers to fuel our needs. Flooding is epic, I had a vision of just moving water, but an entire city was completely under water. Then the epic storms from Louisiana to Texas. The winter has polar vortexes. But worst of all the oceans are starting to consume the lands. Which will inevitable lead to island exodus. But we will worry about the “Exodus of 2027” later, climate change is here and no one can deny it anymore. But this is in the coming years. As I said in 2023, a new force and good one, rises. The arrival of Ignoscoa.
Spirit has described me as the man who works on the beach. My feet partly connected to the vast epic Ocean, one filled with life and splendor of the unknown we call the Spiritual Realm. The other side is the sandy gritty ground of sinking sand, that empty cold tundra we call life. Two different spaces connected at one point, my beach. This is the place where I stand, in between the two completely different domains. I have had endless visions over the years, of standing on a sandy beach, the air electrical, the weather slightly overcast, my wet feet crashed by the salty waves, all while looking at this vast power, this vast ocean of entire system that runs it all, the vast epic ocean, that I have dubbed “Spirit”. So an excitement has overcome me, as this moment is told to me on the eve of Christmas.
I had a vision, I was standing on that sandy beach but this time, the ocean glimmered and glowed. The ocean that brushed against my legs had a bright glow. I was confused on what the glow meant, but it shined against my legs like a glow all on its own, as if the ocean had its own light. Then in the fog of the morning, just as the Sun started to rise. One ship crushed through the wall of fog. Just one. The name of the small ship was called “Ignoscoa” and the wonderful graceful solo woman on the ship was also called Ignoscoa. She leaped from the ship, and like a bird, swooped up and landed by my feet. She held warm blankets in one hand, and had a bottle of wine and a basket of bread, the basket of bread was huge almost bigger than her, She had a worn face, tired, and her clothes were thick and bundled up with a colorful Latin look. She put out her hand, as if holding it out for a gentleman to take. So I did. The minute I touched her.
A vision within a vision, yep thats a thing. I had a vision of both of us standing by a river. The river was running so smoothly, The sky was warm, the day seemed perfect. Both of us walked the sides of the river starting to get to know each other, walking the same path and direction of the river. Then suddenly a massive boulder of pure ice, fell into the river from a frozen mountain. The rivers water suddenly splashed in all directions, the entire river begin to cascade. The water poured out over the land, the boulder then caused the flow to become stuck, unfeathered, the water became chaos. Parts of it couldn’t move while other parts were totally destroyed. So with Ignoscoa great strength and power she removed the boulder from the flowing river, that by now no longer flowed. It did not matter how weighted the boulder was, it did not matter what force put the boulder there, or how sharp the edges might be, it was only important to remove the boulder because all that mattered was removing the pain, removing the stuck, removing the chaos this moment has brought you. Its time for peace. Its time to forgive. Time to forgive all your enemies. Time to forgive the pain of the last few years. Time to let it all go and embrace peace. Embrace your father that created you. Embrace the mother that holds you safely here. Forgive those that have trespassed against you. Forgive those that wronged you. Forgive all. Know that Ignoscoa’s pain outweighs all of yours by thousands and she knows, she knows and understands that the only way forward, truly ‘forward’ requires something we all feel with bitter strife, should not be given, forgiveness to those that have scarred us so horribly wrong. But this moment requires it, it requires it so the streams of our lives could return back to peace. So we can become unstuck. So we can live in peace and find joy, that has been missing for a good time.
So here she was in Spring, she slammed her fist down against this absurd war. She arrived from heavens gate, to heal us, to wipe away our tears, and ask for a smile. So out she went in the Kings name. She did what the King would do. A simple daunting task. She knocked on everyone’s door, everyone that would answer her call. Hoping to ask for Salvation, but little did you know that salvation is what she held. She offered a blanket, she offered wine, and she took a piece of bread, broke it in half, and together you and heaven ate. You cried and she hugged you with warmth. Together you and Ignoscoa sat and ate, and begin to remove the barriers that kept you all apart, piece by piece. The barriers that caused so much pain. Peace was formed here in the cold morning. Then she moved on to the next house, and the one after that. Until she found the peace she was looking for..
In the name of this Titan, forgive everyone your heart wounds for. Knock on their door and offer a moment of bread. Do it in the name of the one that asked you to be here on earth in the first place. This King, who loves everyone even the wicked. Do it to remove the boulder that ruined all of our lives for the last few years and do it for the King who would break bread with all of us at the drop of a hat.
2023 “The year of Freedom, the year water ruined us.“
A reminder of what we predicted for 2022: “War and Changing Leadership.”
I had a vision from the sky-high above of a large horse race track, old, worn, outdated. The day was brisk, cold, the ground muddy and wet from the day before. I could see the horses in the stables breathing the cold fog of the morning. On the ground was a wooden plaque that read 1919. Then a band of Rawhide Thugs got on the racetrack, dressed in old-style cowboy outfits for the outlaws. The first face I could make out was a familiar one; it was Death himself, I crossed his image before, and I am familiar with his horse. The second racer had a joker’s face; painted with makeup that was smeared as if trying to remove it,, he was dressed more like Barnum and Bailey. He had a twisted grin and filthy dirty hands. The third racer eludes me, his face was horribly scarred with cuts and burns. He also had smeared makeup to cover his scars, he also had an old gold Roman face mask, that was broken. All three raced ragefully towards the finish line. Mud flung from all sides, swinging across the tracks. How many rounds are there? Soon all three would pass the finish line. An announcer of the race came over the loudspeaker. “Thank God, the race is ending now. It’s coming to its ending.” in this old WW1 voice. I felt relief as the finish line flag wagged in the brisk air; this was ending.
I had a vision. I was looking at a chessboard; then, I became a part of the chessboard. I walked through this large beautiful marble, cold, stony floor at night. There were life-sized pieces, then on both sides, black and white chess pieces fell. First the king, then a queen, then another king. They all begin to fall. They were replaced by pawns and bishops. I could hear ticking, ticking, ticking, as the board circled like a clock, then the board was forever different.
-What happened in 2022? The leadership of the entire world altered and a Rawhide Thug, a Barnum, Bailey Joke, with his twisted grin and filthy dirty hands, trampled on our world in the worst way. Putin.
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