I remembered a little story my mother told me recently. It seems that I have always had this adventurous spirit. She said when I was about three or four years old, I decided to go to a convenience store by myself. To get there, I had to cross a very busy street and once again on the way back. The memory is cloudy, however, I do remember wanting to go buy some candy. When my mother realized that I had done this, she marched me back to the store. She asked the man if I had been there earlier. Of course, he said I had. Looking back, this marked the beginning of my daring globe-trotting adventures.
“Little One All Alone”
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Collection of Amanda Threadgill
One week ago, I made the journey here to Erzurum, Turkey. The jet lag has worn off and I am safely in my apartment. This week happens to be a significant holiday for the religious Muslim people.
Yesterday was the sacrificing of the animals and today, the meat was delivered to people as gifts. Not being much of a meat eater myself, the others here were happy to have it. The butcher downstairs grounded the meat and we made meatballs. My Japanese friend Erica made the rice. I must say, the meat was the tastiest I have ever had!
Comparisons America/Turkey: The same women who wear crosses in America, would be the same women who were scarfs here.
While I’m at it, here’s a verse from the bible for anyone who might be interested.
John 8:15 “You make judgements in a purely human way; I pass judgement on no one.”
LOVE, PEACE AND COMPASSION to all human beings!
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I had the most fantastic dream last night. My Guardians came to me with a message. Surrounded in beautiful, divine light, a being of blue light revealed to me my purpose here in this dimension. I AM A WITNESS! And with that, I asked if “he” was my Father. There was no, answer, but I received a gentle touch on my arm, as if to say. that the blue being was “real”.
This reminds me of another dream I had my first night in Beijing:
I was reading some kind of letter/declaration. For some reason, I was chosen to read this letter. I was up high and speaking down to people, some i knew. I began in a light-hearted, jokingly way. Then someone brought to my attention, the paratroopers dressed in military uniforms in front of me. I read the letter:
It was hard to read, language wise, or just difficult to see the words. The gist of the letter was that “they” were here to help us. They were paramilitary and peaceful. The paramilitary troopers looked blue, white and very large. I read the letter and someone pointed out that they were not joking. Before I finished the letter, the crowd dispersed, Even my friend Vinni was in it. I wanted to find someone I knew in the crowd, and kiss them. The kiss was not romantic. I was thinking that I would be famous for reading this letter, in a historic way.
Looking back over the past five years of my life, I wonder…should I have really been so adventurous? Just taking off BY MYSELF and traveling to Asia? When people hear me talk about the places I’ve been, they always tell me they how brave I was.
It’s true, I was very brave. Knowing what I do now, I don’t think I would have done it alone. It’s too dangerous to go to these places without having an understanding about the current world situation. Let’s be clear, my connection to God and the Light brought me home safely to my family.
I am eternally grateful to my family of LIGHT.
Research for yourself:
The greatest pain brings about TRANSFORMATION. I am not this body, I am the LIGHT.
“Seeing Through My Eye” (2011)
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Collection of Colt Myers