Can’t We Just Get It Over With Already?!

If you think things are bad now, I hate to tell you that it’s only going to get worse.

Gabriel came to visit me last night to tell me to stop pushing. I pretended not to know what he meant because I hate when he’s cryptic- and he’s almost always cryptic. So I pushed him. Ah, the irony. I knew exactly what he meant. He was referring to my speech about Mics leadership abilities, and asking what we should do to fix the world. We know what’s to come, but right now it feels like we’re in “hurry up and wait” mode.

Anyway, Gabriel told me to stop pushing, repeating himself until I asked “why?” The answer: if I push too hard I could push it out of its time, and out of control. Gabriel is big on control, even though he really has none- God is in control.

Then he proceeded to tell me how we humans are all insignificant in the greater scheme of things; that nothing we do can stop or change anything. Which was obviously contradictory with his previous statement, so I called him on it. “If that’s true, how can anything I say or do make a difference?” His answer: “Because things are listening.”

“But it’s getting bad. And it’s going to get a lot worse. People really aren’t prepared for it, and I don’t know they ever will be” I said. “I thought you’d read Revelation” he said. “I did! We did a 6 hour show on it, and I read it multiple times before that.” “Read it again” he said. I knew what he meant. Things have to happen in their time, as they’re meant to, and I should not presume to affect that. Who am I to try such a thing? But still, I like to push.

I had been scrolling through Twitter when he first showed up, and a particular tweet caught my interest:

So I brought it up to Gabriel in the context of this tweet. “The idea is, if we accelerate the destruction then we can get through it to our happy place on the other side. If we drag it out, then we have extended destruction culminating in even more destruction, and that seems so much worse. Can’t we just get it over with already?”

“Do you believe you can manifest reality?” he asked me. “Yes, but I understand there is a price, and I don’t want to pay it” I replied. “And yet you are manifesting a reality you don’t want with a price you won’t want to pay.” Damn, I hadn’t thought of it like that. Or maybe I had and I was being obtuse with myself.

He was getting frustrated and couldn’t see that I was half-teasing him. So I asked him, “Am I allowed to watch the Graham Hancock show yet, since I think I’ve already figured it out for myself?” “I don’t know what you’re talking about” he replied. “You came to me- or someone did- and told me not to watch Ancient Apocalypse, just as I was starting it. That it would change the timeline for generations to come. So I haven’t watched it. Can I watch it now?” “It won’t affect this timeline” he said, but I could see he understood what I was getting at. “But me pushing will?” I asked again, seriously. “Yes. Stop pushing him. His time will come. And when it does there will be winged creatures at his back, and the world will fall. Stop pushing.” Well that sounded like what I’d seen in my dream, and the vision that Mic had. “And that will be the final battle and we can finally be at peace, and happy” I stated. He looked at me funny. “The Millennial Kingdom has come and gone. After this battle should be infinite peace” I said. “How many Millennial Kingdoms have there been?” He asked me. “Four, five, this will be six…” I said, doing the math. (If the Bible spans 6000 years, and each kingdom is 1000 years, with 250 years (a short season) between each one where Satan rules, then we should be coming up on the 6th and final battle.

“You are like ants in a glass box, and God is looking down on you with a magnifying glass. He’s not burning you… yet.” Well that was ominous, and spoke towards the fires to come to burn the Earth clean, as we’ve predicted. “But humanity has always survived, some few of you, enough to start again. Some of you will survive this too.”

Yay! I get to watch Ancient Apocalypse now! But I believe it will be anticlimactic. “Where are we in this timeline?” I asked. “If I can’t push, can you tell me how long I have to wait?” I’m not the most patient person when I know there’s something to be done, especially when I know there’s a great reward. “Our time is different” he said. That was true- he’s often had trouble translating our time in a way that I can perceive. “In time. In your time. In due time.” He smirked a little with the last one. He knows I hate when he says that.

“Are there alien hybrid children in spaceships?” I asked. I know this sounds absolutely ridiculous, and he thought so too. He burst out laughing. “You’re mentally retarded” he stated flatly. “Hear me out” I said. “Are there other races of beings?” I asked. “Of course. You know that. We’ve talked about it before.” He was curious, and now he was speaking to me like I was mentally retarded. “Are those other races breeding with humans? Are they creating alien hybrid children?” I asked. “Asked and answered” he replied. “Not quite” I said. “We’ve discussed it happening in the ancient past. I want to know if it’s happening now.” “Asked and answered” he said again. So that was a yes. Like any government program, apparently alien breeding programs never really go away, they just get rebranded. “So how can you say I’m mentally retarded for asking the question in the first place?” I asked. “Spaceships” he laughed. “You live here” he said, as he waved his hand straight across the air, indicating a flat plane. “But you think you live here” he said, as he made a circle in the air with his hand, indicating a globe. “That’s stupid.”

“I don’t believe that we’re on a globe, but that doesn’t negate space” I said. “You mean the beyond? That’s all God” he said. “Are these really the questions you want to ask?”

“These are not the droids you’re looking for” I responded. He looked at me quizzically. He obviously didn’t get the reference, and I wasn’t going to tell him. “I know you don’t understand that. It okay. Yes, I’m curious. I know it’s not my path, but I feel like it’s a parallel path in this journey, so I’m curious. Sometimes our paths cross.” Angels vs. Aliens… separate, parallel paths. Both inter dimensional beings- space really is fake and ghey!- but are they at cross purposes? That’s what I really want to know.

“That’s not your path. You have enough to do.” “What do I have to do?” I asked, anxious for instruction, a new purpose. “Stop pushing him. Calm yourself. Be patient.” Of course he would give me the hardest task. So be it. And then he was gone, and I started watching Ancient Apocalypse. I was right. I’d already figured it out for myself.