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The Intruder

I wrote this awhile ago. Every time I thought about posting it I had a nagging, “there will be repercussion if you post this” voice in the back of my head. I am now setting that aside, and instead am taking the stance that we must all look such things in the eye and hold those accountable – Accountable.

I have spoken honestly and openly about this event to my closest family and friends, and while I know that they understand such things, I also know that public perception about what I write here can sound off the rails to people uninitiated into what is really going on in the world at this hour.

I’m not off the rails. However, I did have a mild version of PTSD after the events written here, which caused me to become unusually and uncharacteristically docile in specific settings and situations. This abated after I went to someone who was able to do a regression of the event (with family in the room) and I was able to witness my experience from both within myself with words which I had been audibly afraid to speak, and was also able to witness the event in a spiritual third-party kind of non-emotional observation, which made me realize that I had never truly been powerless in the situation. I had simply been uneducated/unexperienced in such matters.

After that I was able to break free of the “hold back” and was able to get angry. The question then became, “when” to talk about it in a no longer limited small group.

It is almost five years past that experience now. The opensource information about such technologies is available for anyone who wants to look for it. Current events in USA and globally have been blatant in showing people that there are wars behind wars, and hidden wars that mass populations have no knowledge about. Feels like now is the time to put it out their publicly.

Most important, this is not about my catharsis. This is about giving disclosure to what exists and is coming for many others.

Thousands of people sit on information that they have been silent about. Some fear public criticism. Some fear that the public is not ready to hear any of it. Some fear it will rock the boat of religion. Some fear because they have been told what will happen to them if they speak. In my case – I believe that things will keep heating up until 2030 and that from then on things will become unspeakable – if we do nothing now. It is time for people to speak openly about the secret wars being waged all over this planet. Starting by talking about small events such as this one becomes paramount for people to understand and prepare for what lies ahead.

Remember how people freaked out when there was a shortage of toilet paper? That was nothing to the panic and utter terror humans will feel when many of these dark technologies are released openly. This is Why we must talk about such things right now as well as prepare our minds to deal with such things on a large scale. This is also about taking steps to literally retain our ability to remain free will humans.

I have spent time researching people who know about such technologies and how they are used along with A.I. What I learned is that there is much more out there that is even more grotesque and frightening than my own experience with dark technology and its delivery men.

In the end, I’ve decided to tell the story as it really happened without the deeper aspects and descriptions which while true may well be “too out there” for the average American. Again, I do believe that it is important to equip people with the truth, and at this point give it to them in doses they can manage. Many reading this may well need to know how to deal with such things in varying forms later.

Lastly, in the smallest ripple of going public – it frees me and means that the people who enjoy taunting with knowing, and those who threaten from the shadows, would be left without a floor to stand on. We must shine a light on such deeds, and by doing so hold those behind them accountable. Shouting the truth from the rooftops has its time and place.

It all started in early 2016 with a visit to a US embassy while I was overseas. I had to renew my passport before flying again.

As it worked out I went in on a U.S. holiday when they were not accepting foreigners and those applying for U.S. visas. The line to get into the embassy was non-existent at that time. I came through the gate, flashed my passport and said, “I need to renew this.”

A foreigner working as guard at the gate signaled for me to come through. He had me stand at the security door while he made a phone call inside and gave my name and passport number to someone inside the embassy. He then hung up the phone and signaled for the people inside to open the security door. I went through security much like you do at the airport with TSA agents except that at the embassy they keep your phone, any prescriptions you have with you, and any other items they deem they should hold for you until you come back out.

After that I was forwarded deeper within the embassy. I crossed a court yard, and a different man met me at a different door and motioned for me to go through another locked door into a small corridor. A portrait of Obama was the first thing I saw upon entering the corridor. From there I walked into a large room which had what seemed like one hundred empty chairs. Literally, rows and rows of empty chairs.

The man said, “Sit down and someone will be with you.” I took one of the chairs toward the back of the room. The room had a number of cameras in the ceiling. It was easy to understand that they would be there for many security reasons. My first thought, “Oh, they probably do facial recognition on people before they get to the person who takes the foreign visa application.”

Moments after I sat down in a chair a high frequency pitch began blasting into my head. It was direct to skull.

I want to digress for a minute and explain this high pitch. A number of people I know (me included) began hearing on and off high pitch frequencies at some point in late 2011 to early 2012. These have continued since then. It was not an audible outside sound that you hear with your ear, it was a “direct to skull” high pitch. There were days when the high pitch deliveries were so strong that they would make people’s jaws and teeth ache. Other days there were lighter frequency deliveries/scans. These seemed to also begin during specific talks/subjects and did interfere with a thought. Then the sound would stop. It would last seconds and then go away. It seemed that many in their fifties and up could hear and mimic the pitch/sound to each other when it went off in a group setting, while the younger adults in the same room could not hear it.

People talked about it in private, about how it interferes with a speech or thought when speaking in public. Consequently, it was becoming a topic of conversation as to the “purpose” of these high pitch frequency signals targeting individuals and most likely the entire world population.

The interesting thing was that when suddenly out of your normal area – it became silent and lovely quiet – but then after a few days the high frequencies would catch up with you. This was a common situation for the group I knew.

My only conversation about the origins of these high frequency downloads took place on a night while having spaghetti dinner with several family members at James’ ECETI Ranch near Mt. Adams when the high frequency signals started while we were at the dinner table eating and casually talking about woo topics.

I was sitting next to James and as soon as I heard the pitch in my head I looked over at him. He too was reacting to hearing it and said, “They’re scanning us.” I asked him, “Where is it coming from? Is it from beneath the Earth, on the Earth, or above the Earth?” He simply and firmly said, “All of them.”

So while sitting in the embassy, with no one else there, I suddenly heard that same high pitch but it was a more intense frequency and strength than I had ever experienced before. I immediately looked at my watch to see how long it would last. Not going to lie. Being in a room alone with cameras, and having this sound to skull go off – immediately got me silently praying.

I looked up at one of the cameras and then at my watch again as the sound did not abate but instead became more intense. My thought, “Now it is coming from my own government too.”

I looked up at the camera and wanted to make my protest known. I realize that it may have been teen like behavior but I was not going to take it quietly. I raised my face to the camera, raised my watch to make it obvious that I was timing them, and then used my middle finger to adjust my sunglasses.

Normal high pitch frequency scans/downloads do not usually last more than a few seconds to maximally half of a minute when you are awake and aware of it.

The frequency intensified, strengthened, and continued for literally six minutes. During the beginning of it the Holy Spirit said, “it’s a brain scan”. I immediately started praying in spirit to see if I could break the hold of it.

The more intense my internal prayer, and the more I began to raise my spirit over my body, the more intense the frequency became – until I could feel my brain getting separated from my ability to pray, as though that part of me that is the bridge between my spirit and my brain where free will thoughts/prayers happen was getting disconnected from my body. Literally my spirit was being divided from being able to communicate with my physical body and brain.

I lost the ability to think words as the frequency and sound got stronger.

Six minutes later – it stopped. I was able to think and feel, and knew that my spirit, mind and body were merged again, and I was able to adjust my body in the chair. I looked up at the camera, my expression was clear, “I KNOW what you are doing! This is not a pass for you!”

At this point I still wanted to assume that someone behind the scenes had time on their hands and was playing with the black tech at the embassy, and that this event had nothing to do with me personally.

A few minutes later a foreign woman called my name. She took my passport, was away for some time, then came back, took my money for the renewal, returned my passport to me and told me to return on a specific date. (30 days out) I had renewed overseas before and knew that it never took that long.

I tried pumping her for a little information and questioned her about how many had to come in and work on the U.S. holiday. She explained that she was the only office staff in that day, and that the rest were only essential personnel.

You have to understand, my beef with all of this outside of the unbelievable intrusion into my mind and body without consent was that I thought myself a benign person. In fact I had had that same embassy ask me to host their number two at a pizza lunch at the golf course when they came into the area.

How was I asked? The local police showed up and informed me that my govt had asked me to host a lunch for someone coming into the area. You don’t say no to that.

It was a pleasant lunch. He was a navy man. I teased him about their chemtrail program. He explained that planes fly waaaay above what we think. We talked about my brother’s military past. We talked about his naval past. Pizza at the golf course club house and not much else.

Then he asked if I was willing to be a liaison between the embassy and the expats in my area – in case of storm warnings, etc. He was a pleasant man who looked like a typical white hat patriot. I joking said, “What you really want me to watch out for the Chinese moving in on the island?” I then laughed and told him that I was not a reliable person as I was in and out a lot. His wife showed up later and they both invited me to come and visit them. (I realize this all sounds weird, but in the ease of the lunch it was what I thought just a polite invite as expats tend to be much like really extended family overseas.) I thanked them, declined, and explained that I was heading stateside.

So in view of all of this I was wanting to believe that the big sting at the embassy was about the right hand not knowing what the left hand was doing. It was important for me to still hang on to the fact that our own government would not be doing such things to its own citizens.

I returned home and for the remainder of the thirty days I had a weird deep cough, which periodically caused me to cough up round chunks of a solid phlegm like substance that had blood in it. I went to the doctor who ordered various tests. All of them returned negative.

I returned to the embassy as scheduled thirty days later. This time the same room was full of foreigners waiting to get visas to come to the USA. There was nothing unusual. I picked up my passport (this time with the chip in it) and the friendly lady at the desk talked to me about my stay in the city. (She let me know that she knew I would be staying overnight and had a flight for the next day.) This immediately made me feel sketchy, and I decided to have dinner with my son in my hotel room instead of needing to return to my hotel room alone at night.

I checked into my hotel. I knew the staff there and service and security there were always top notch. The floor I stayed on required a separate security card for the elevator to access my floor. It was one of the safest hotels in the city.

Later that night my son met me in my hotel room where we had dinner together. It was about 9:30 p.m. when I suddenly realized that someone else was standing in the corner of the room. I looked in that direction again and the person was gone. I took it be one of those remote viewers or astral projectors who are capable of scanning through rooms while out and about for other purposes. Friends and I had had to deal with a lot of such events in the nineties. It was nothing scary and nothing new. I ignored it. Additionally, I was in a hotel and loads of people unconsciously astral travel as soon as they fall asleep so there was leeway to understand what might be happening. Nothing to be concerned about.

My son suddenly said, “Mom I have to get back it’s getting late.” We quickly hugged and I was in my room alone, behind a locked door with no adjoining room, on a security floor. All should be well. I went into the bathroom to get ready for bed.

As I came out of the bathroom I saw the man standing in the corner of the room near the foot of the bed. I could see him clear as day. He was standing sideways and looking down at a little box in his hand. A weird calm came over me and then the first words out of my mouth were, “I see you asshole.”

He immediately stepped further into the room. He was wearing what I would describe as being a diver’s suit, in that it fitted his body and head the way a diver’s suit does, except the fabric was different. He wore a backpack that looked like it was some kind of power source.
On his head was military headgear, the kind that allows others to see whatever you are doing on a mission.

In his hand was an old fashioned looking little black box with little radio type knobs on it. It was not a digital panel. Once he turned one of the knobs the equivalent of what looked like a huge soap bubble surrounded him. I say soap bubble, not because it was soap – but because it was a clear see through energy bubble that surrounded his body. I immediately knew that it contained some kind of safety field for him.

He walked closer to me and turned one of the other knobs. I had come out of the bathroom near to the bed and stood there looking at him, and as he turned the knob higher I began to uncontrollably cough up blood on the pillow and then my knees gave out as I tried to grab onto the blankets of the bed to keep from falling on the floor.

First thought was, “this cannot be happening to me”. I immediately began to pray as the man turned his knob further, and I then understood that whatever he was doing was disconnecting my brain from my body so that my brain literally stopped functioning and I had no use of my body. I could not run away. I could not scream. I simply started having my body fall out from under me with no control of my own.
He walked up closer to me, turning the knob and said, “You are not going to speak.” Then he said various other threats on the same idea that I would not be speaking in future.
At that point I was coughing up blood on to the second pillow further from on the bed, but because he had come closer to me I found myself in some kind of energy overlap – and it enabled me to see the people watching him perform his work. I saw the fat navy guy in his uniform enjoying what was happening while a tek in a lab coat sat next to him with a concerned face of disapproval.
It was at that point something in me knew to drop down into my spirit and stop trying to do anything with my brain/mind/body – I dropped into my spirit and I called out for help from inside in silence – but desperation.
It was not even a second later that I saw a huge angel come through the wall and go full speed for the guy in the energy bubble. I had crumpled between the bed and the floor. My perspective was only of the wall that the angel had come through, and the angel as it speeded past me in the direction of the man in the bubble. I blacked out as the angel moved past me.
I spontaneously awoke 9 hours later – literally thirty minutes before I was to be downstairs for my taxi to the airport. I was in the bed with the covers firmly wrapped around me the way a parent tucks in a small child.
At first I lay there thinking that it must have been a dream, and then sat up to see the blood on both pillows. I jumped out of bed, looking around the room for any other evidence of what I had last seen before I passed out. Nothing, but the blood on the pillows. My clothes untouched.
I packed my overnight bag in mere moments and checked out of the hotel. But the event was just the beginning of understanding/schooling as to how the dark forces act out throughout the planet, and how our supernatural brethren intervene against them and their “high tech”.
I realize that I would doubt all of this had someone I did not know tell me of the experience. Yet it served its purpose in teaching me how Spirit & Holy Source DO intervene and override these who would attempt to intimidate us, threaten us, and try to harm us.
Their technology, may allow them to appear super powerful, and the powers they align with have done the same in the past, so much so that people believed them to be gods, yet we firmly know – A Holy Source sustains and protects us no matter what the Blasphemers may do.

It is particularly important to understand that such things exist and can control the minds and bodies of people without needing large equipment to facilitate such actions. Such equipment can easily be incorporated into phone towers and be operated within line of sight.

Knowing such things exist in our enemy’s arsenal is the first step to becoming mentally equipped against fear, shock, paralysis, and enables us to learn how to deal with such things.

The technology is multi-dimensional. We’re not going to get out of this without understanding the full ramifications of what this means. The power of your spirit will become more necessary than a bullet when it comes to such multi-dimensional technologies. Learning how to reverse them “to sender” will be critical in months and years ahead.

Truth often sounds “scary” to people. They say they don’t want to live in fear of knowing such things exist. Yet their fear does not make the Truth of such things go away.

A.I. and dark technologies have long been in the lives of Americans. To be unaware and ignorant of how it influences, effects, and affects peoples’ lives is to be willfully susceptible to those who would want to control your life in deeper and more menacing ways. They hate you. They feel no mercy toward you.

Their matrix is dying. That is one of the things that they don’t want anyone to talk about.
This matrix is their heaven. This is the best it will be for them.

We belong to Real Creation.
There is a profound difference between the two.

The matrix is based on lies, illusions, impositions and control.
It has its own spaghetti rules of calling Truth a lie, and calling Lies the truth.

It is a place where what is profane is called sacred and holy, and that which truly is Sacred and Holy is mocked, slandered, hated, and defamed.

Ultimately our enemies hate the spirit that lives within our body.
They attack your flesh because they cannot overwhelm your spirit.

We must learn to stand in that place of understanding and learn how to fight the war on multiple planes of existence. Today the fight includes surpassing hidden and secret multi-dimensional technologies that are being foisted upon us, and are be used against our will.

There is no Fear where there is understanding of what we are truly dealing with.
When there is no fear – there is Victory.

5/22/20

The late 1980’s and early 1990’s can easily be summed up as the “Nothing Is As It Seems” decade.  What I mean by this is that literally thousands and thousands of people from all over this planet began to have spontaneous “wake up” experiences (both spiritual and third dimensional) that suddenly revealed the truth behind the illusion of various systems and beliefs.  These people came from various spectrum of society.

Some were church people, some were educators, some were in the political sphere, some were in the financial system, in science, in medicine and in government.   The common thread that ran across each field and group was the spontaneous shock and revelation that “Nothing Is As It Appears To Be.”

Many who woke up went on to speak publicly about corruption and fraud within their own fields.  They disclosed the truth of past and current events within their fields and specialties.   Many spoke about the ongoing fraud, and the enslavement agendas behind many of the systems which have held sway over our societies and global populations.  The brave spoke openly about the real and hidden powers behind these systems and named names.  Some openly revealed the players that go beyond the names we read about and spoke of those previously only whispered about in secret places.

There has been a large release of information and disclosure since the early 1990’s.  Sadly, much of it is being scrubbed off the net now.  For those old enough to remember, they might also remember that what seemed, “so far out there” and “crazy” and “unbelievable” that was being spoken about in public at that time – has since revealed itself to be accurate and true.  (With more revealing itself in future that will take away any doubts.)

If there is a single line to best describe 2020 and on, it would be, “The Walls Are Falling Down”.

Things that were disclosed and revealed throughout the 1990’s, are now publicly manifesting their inability to sustain the illusion and lies, and are now falling down.

“Nothing is as it appears” becomes naked and seen to even those who don’t want to see it.

The walls of politics are falling down.

The walls of religions (plural) are falling down.

The walls of bad medicine are falling down.

The walls of socially engineered education are falling down.

The walls of deceptive science are becoming obvious.

The collapsing financial systems have begun to wreak havoc globally.

It is a scary time for the anxious and those who want these crumbling systems to remain.

It is an exciting time for those who can see what comes beyond the time of falling walls.

The simplest map is one that indicates where walls will fall, and when possible, how those walls will fall.  Information eases the shock for people as their paradigms are torn apart.  Knowing that it is “not the end” helps to sustain hope.  In many instances it gives people a path out, when there appears to be no path out.

It also psychologically prepares the people who sit, watch, observe, and know that they have things to speak, write, do – to prepare to become voices during the seasons of collapse, especially when they have not been voices before.  The younger generations, and people within them, who oftentimes have been looked at as less than, are coming into their own.  Their time is approaching.  Their painful experiences have been honing them.

Younger voices will have their time of “revelation and integration” with understanding of the times and real events within them.  They will have their own new awakening and find their voice.

Integration and deeper awakening are difficult to do when we are part of a pack with loud and misleading voices, who override the quiet internal voice speaking to each of us individually.  The seasons ahead, given to us, will allow time for personal spiritual perspective, evaluation, and weighing within ourselves.  It is these seasons that allow the integration of our spirit to manifest with clarity of mind, and become one in focus and purpose within.  A peace that is not disturbed or disrupted by startling and dangerous upcoming events on the earth.

It won’t be the mind leading us in days ahead.  It will be that which dwells within us and is eternal.  It will be that which understands how to differentiate the truth in the midst of so many lies.  It will be that within you which “knows” what your mind has not yet integrated with, but which will balance and keep calm the mind so that we do not fall apart when much around us is falling.

Many will come out to prop up the falling walls.  They will want the old familiar dying systems to remain.

Others will want to tear these walls down prematurely, not caring if their methods crush people in the process.

It is the personal integration of body, mind, spirit that will bring us to that place of personal discernment and direction about who and what we can trust in days ahead.  Lives will depend upon it.

Those who can see what’s on the other side of the collapsing systems, and understand that it will take another decade to walk through, do understand that we are in one of the most fragile times of our history.

Who you are with.  Where you live.  Who your support system is.  All become critically important.  Important for personal, psychological and physical safety in days ahead.

Let’s start talking about the “broad strokes” of the falling walls and simultaneous implosions within the systems that are happening.  Let’s begin doing it piece by piece.

The “new thing” incoming is not a regurgitation of something from the historical past.  Our times and events will be disparate.

Revival will not be in any of its old forms.

Disclosure will not be the slow drip that it has been.

Lethality of technology, science and medicine will have something to take their place.

We will be separating into a two-world system.

Not in the form of categorizing first world from everyone else, but a literal two world system.  One where those who hold to all that is old and dying will live in that paradigm.

And one where people, who chose to, will come into a different place with different laws of existence.

This is a lot for some people to get their mind around.  I realize that.

But I also know that millions of people are – already in the understanding of it.

Bit by bit, let’s talk about all of this … here, elsewhere and throughout 2020 and beyond, while we are still allowed to speak such things in public.

What has been before has passed.  What is upcoming has not been before.

I remember a time when women were honest about themselves.  They got up on specific days of their cycle and simply admitted to themselves, and their husbands or boyfriends, that for no rational reason – they awoke with an overwhelming desire to slam doors and bite someone.   Anyone.  For no reason.  We did not pretend that it was a good day to be someone’s “boss”.  We understood it back then.  We were in the loop about understanding that a load of Testosterone was dumping into our system, and that the days ahead were charted, and may not be pleasant for those around us.  This forced us to somewhat police ourselves.  What we said.  How we behaved.

Then the Women’s Movement told us that this was all a lie – and simply in – Our Head.

The men in our lives carried a lot more Testosterone in their bodies back in those days, and this made it much easier for them to handle our monthly Testosterone dumps.  Our men were men.  They knew how to make jokes about things, and how to stay out of the way, and live their lives in a satisfying and happy way.  They knew normalcy would return.  They had stamina, mental fortitude, and Enough Testosterone to deal with their women during testosterone dumps.

2018. Scientific and Medical reports now acknowledge that men’s testosterone levels are down by one half of what their father’s generation testosterone levels were. Simultaneously, estrogen levels for these lower T men, is now higher than in previous generations.

This gets one really wondering if much, or at least some, of the younger generation’s “Woman” hatred is not about some of the younger men becoming more like the hormonal “bitchy women” they complain about.  Do they miss The Irony that they have begun to work with the feminists across the aisle in their verbiage against men? (Feminists claim their woes are due to White Men.  Younger generation men now claim their problems are due in part to “Boomer Men”.)

Look, I get it – there is plenty to complain about.  I sat on a plane with a man in his late twenties, who spent two and a half hours complaining about what “whores” American women are.  I could easily understand his point of view.  The part he could not get his head wrapped around, in the telling of his own story, was that his girlfriend was “acting psycho” because she could not handle his going out to night clubs – alone – with his guy friends.  Tomatoe Tomato.

Dispelling The Boomer Male Myth.  Young men today seem to enjoy expressing their opinion about the stupidity of Boomer Men and their generation.  I know Boomer Males.  I love Boomer Males.  If anything Boomer Males have taught me, it is how to be – a better woman.

They have taught me that Partnerships in Relationships are what create long lasting bonds.  They have taught me that Respect & Trust given in – both directions – is respect and trust that lasts a lifetime.  I honor the Boomer High T men.  They have helped us raise children, they have in times of hardship been; lover, parent, and pillar of strength – to the women in their lives – when we have needed that from them.

There is a gentleness in Boomer men that is rare in the younger generations today.  Do not misperceive me.  Boomer men had a lot of testosterone, and knew their own minds.  They had fortitude that got them through wars, and back home again, and kept them going out into the job market during recessions.  They found strength in youth to find a reason to Still Believe, when everything round about them, began to crumble due to the false paradigms that had been woven into their lives.  They have survived national wars and national traumas that the younger male generations do not seem to want to acknowledge or understand.

I love Boomer men.  I thank Boomer men.  And what I love most about Boomer men, is the honest fact that Boomer men – love women.

What do the younger generations do, to fix the issue of their low testosterone counts, while absorbing so much female estrogen?  Setting the joking and irony aside, they are victims of an agenda which goes far beyond “women” and “boomer men”.  We must begin to understand this before we can begin to reverse the chaos in our societies.    

Finally, let’s not forget – any social ideology that does not encourage voluntary procreation, and love and cherishing of the opposite sex, is an ideology gone amuck.  We need each other.  Men need women.  Women need men.  To pretend otherwise, is to lead many astray.

Much love to all of you men – of all generations.

Vera Lokteff

I was recently given a gift.  A beautiful, perfectly sized, journal.  The cover is in one of my favorite hues of lavender with one of those perfect hard cover leather type bindings.  It came wrapped in cellophane to keep the cover pristine.  I held it in my hand and with gratitude exclaimed, “Perfect size!  This is easily grabbed from my purse for taking quick notes!  And sooooo pretty!  Thank you!”

I did not unwrap the cellophane, thinking it best to keep the cover pretty.  I put it into my purse and did not look at it again until I needed to take down some important information.  That’s when the trouble started…

Who could have imagined that a Journal which markets itself for “Recording Every Wonderful Day” would not come – lined or in the least – a simple blank page?  This journal came with each page full of hundreds and hundreds of dark inked very small boxes – to write in.  Every single page was like this.  A Journal full of boxes.   To be specific – there were four hundred and eight square boxes on each front and back of each four by six inch page.  Try to visualize that.   Boxes.  In dark ink.

I tried to ignore the boxes and hurried to write my notes.  Each individual box was too small to write a complete word in it so I tried writing sloppily across the grid.  This made it difficult to read what I had written as the box lines got in the way of the cursive straight lined letters.

I took another approach and tried to size my letters so that one letter fit into each small square box.  This made it difficult to read because the letters seemed to stand alone and be too individualized.  The words seemed to spread out into a  – meaningless jumble of ongoing letters from the alphabet.

Spacing became another issue.  How many empty boxes does one skip for space between words versus the number of empty boxes skipped between sentences?

Looking at the journal, and those Individual Stand Alone Letters sitting in their own individual grid boxes – made my head hurt.  It was like trying to read through spaghetti.

At this point I became chagrined, because I had so openly expressed my joy about the color, quality, and size of the Journal which touted itself for “recording every wonderful day” as I stuck it into my purse with the cello wrap – that my husband had gone out and bought me – more of them.  It now dawned on me that I most likely had the same problem with the beautiful powder blue, navy, red, and teal colored same brand “journals” which now lived on my shelf – waiting to be used.

I held the journal and opened it to the middle.  I was feeling hostile toward this cute little journal now, and wondered, “Is this for people who record the daily temperature in grids?”

“Is this for engineers who need little boxes to record degrees/latitudes in tiny boxes?”

“Is this for someone who Graphs the quality of their Wonderful Days?!”

I asked people around me if they knew “Who would need/use such a journal?”

Crickets.  No one had a clue.

They were however, entertained and intrigued, by the fact that its stated purpose, “Journal”, was clear and right there on its – face.

“Who the heck is this Journal – FOR?!”  I ask again.   “It’s for people who live in small boxes.  And all their 408 neighbors who live in their own tiny tight box right next door!”  I thought to myself.

This got me thinking ….

Holy Source does not live, nor exist – IN –  a or The box.  Holy Source manifests in the box because we are there.  This means that no writ, no script can ever – fit into any 1 single box – and contain all truth within it.  Just as I could not fit even one single full Word into one tiny square box.

I thought about the dark ink grid, and how it is much like the Matrix Grid we live in, where we try to perceive  Eternal Truth through the prism of all these lines, boxes, containments, and limitations, much like looking through a prison cell.

I believe this – to see Truth – at whichever level – the Grid Box Must Come Down.  We all live in different kinds of tiny boxes, within a page of neighbors living within their own tiny boxes.  We often feel mentally safest remaining on that page where other people in their boxes too, believe that All Truth “can be and is”  contained within those four walls of dark ink.

It can be difficult to communicate thoughts, ideas, and share concerns, joys or experience –  heart to heart or spirit to spirit –  when we are blinded by that dark ink, which sets the boundary and containment line for the box we never leave.

But, what if we become brave enough to let the ink and box around us – melt away?  Will we find that there are others who have let their containment melt away as well?  What if we find that there are five or ten or one hundred souls, who lived in small boxes which are no longer walled and separate  …… and because of this …. have created a larger vista for the rest of us ….. of what lays beyond our containment?

What if box by box, confined page by confined page – we bring down the lie – and are then brought into closer proximity, contact, and relationship – with Holy Source – Outside the limitations of any confinement?  These are pleasant thoughts to my soul.

I am on the road today, but do wish I had access to a fireplace, so that I could symbolically burn this beautiful gridlocked journal in a fire, and symbolically make the walls of containment in my own life – less than dust.

Perhaps someone reading this, will burn yard debris or grill this weekend …  perhaps you can walk it out for me, and maybe for yourself too, and symbolically burn a paper grid down to  — less than dust.  If you do — please know that my joy and gratitude goes far beyond – This 3D Grid!!!!!

And is far greater than when I first looked at that pretty little thing…

Vera Lokteff

Many American Christians are troubled by political events which swarm in the midst of their lives today.  They often speak loudly and clearly, that we should keep our political views separate from our Christian perspective.  They do this because most of us have been taught (in churches) to ignore the fact that Jesus’ opponents were mostly – politically motivated and/or were individuals who were lawyers, educators,  and religious leaders who worked hard to protect their turf – so as not to lose their own power base and financial benefit.

In other words politics have long ago – clashed with spirituality, for the simple reason that politicians and those of their ilk, have for most of history, attempted to control the minds, thoughts, and free will of  humans for reasons of personal gain and power .  In other words – they work really hard – to keep you in Captivity.  All kinds of captivity, including the bigger kind Jesus spoke of.

As Christians, we must begin to view “political events” with a Spiritual Eye, and begin to discern that there is a very clear Timeline, which was foretold and laid out for us.  It is the Timeline where we are not pacifists.  Those who can even vaguely discern the times and timeline we are on – do know that there is much work at hand.  Work that was foretold.  Work that was promised.  Work that is exciting and is part of our Christian heritage and legacy.  Beyond that, it is part of our spirit DNA legacy – and promise.

Look around you, nation after nation now have internal systems which have begun to break down and/or fall apart.  Internal systems within Europe and other nations – are also being redesigned to become – Unsustainable.

The smallest examples of this are the constant, chronic, ongoing wars, the intentional displacement of peoples, the intentional population replacement within western countries which forces the working population to support more and more foreign “welfare recipients”, while being unable to provide for their own families, etc., etc.

These systems, in turn require more and more growth in government, with added paid government agents, agencies, and administrators, who oversee the costs and provisions for war, and housing, medical care, food and services to legal and illegal – immigrants – who immediately benefit from the system, while never having paid into it.

The destruction of families is well facilitated within these programs and systems, by encouraging women to become single mothers – for benefits, while not qualifying for these same benefits – if married.

But wait … there’s more …..

The Weaponization of Words  by media – is something most of us understand as being just one piece within the arsenal of the Invisible War long in play.  The Weaponization Of Words has varying national and global modes of destruction.  The first stages of weaponizing words –  disempowers – individuals.  It later disenfranchises  individuals, families, and organizations.

It keeps escalating into larger and larger ripples, until it completely devolves and destroys what we had heretofore considered – humane, civil, mentally sound, legal, and morally permissible.  Later new words of Violence & Murder – become publicly acceptable and approved.  We have all seen how this works since Donald Trump’s inauguration.

Law makers take these weaponized words and transform existing laws into something new, which can hold a larger, and tighter stranglehold upon one segment of humanity, while giving license for violence to another segment of “humans”.  Thus we have rapes of European women which go unreported to and by the police and in the news,  and when reported, go unpunished in the courts.  In this inverse world speaking Truth – puts individuals into jail.  Speaking truth becomes “sedition”.

Yes.  There is still more ….

Educational Systems – take these weaponized words and changed laws and teach new courses based upon these weaponized words and changed laws –  and use both of these to take control of the minds of each successive generation.  Thereby, sons and fathers are mostly at odds with one another, and should a son later come to view things as his father does – any grandson who attends the educational system – holds a stronger chance that – he may yet be converted to be the enemy of both his father and grandfather.

Think of it as a wash cycle.  Each cycle washes out the truth previously known.  It then rinses the mind clean with new indoctrination, and spins the new indoctrination hard and fast, so the young mind has no time to process what is being done to it.   And so ….. each new season of “students” or “parishioners” come through the wash –  time and time again and –  voila!  Again and again …. The cycle deepens and broadens, and expands into more and yet greater degeneracy, lawlessness, acceptance of degeneracy and violence and bloodshed – within even those – who had previously disagreed with such acts of violence, degeneracy, and lawlessness.

Make no mistake – the demons and their minions have crawled out of the pit – and whether you see it or not – there is a target on your back.

Some people pooh-pooh all of this and say, “Oh, this is happening because the Rapture is coming.”

Look at that scripture again.  Not the way you were told to read and understand it.  Let’s look at it the way Jesus – explained it.  It speaks about those who are – removed.  They will be devoured by birds of prey.

You are the prey.  You have – been the prey – for a long time.

In schools, in weaponized words, in new laws, in changed and amended laws, and often times in church… You … are the prey.  Please, get this through your head, and try to begin to see that the Political Timeline which you have been averse to acknowledging – has already overlapped – your very personal and spiritual one.

Lastly, people often tell me about what is going on with them spiritually.  The one thing that I have found consistent from people who speak about a specific topic as to the USA – is that most of these people appear to live in the United States of America, and what they tell me is that,  they have begun to weep for the nation.  More and more they are awakened with verse from Jeremiah, and weep for the nation.  We live on a timeline that is already in play.  Do we work and create a push back, so that many others can still awaken?  Or do we just sit back, let the demons take over, and let those who now weep, begin to speak words – from which a nation – will be unable to retreat?

Vera Lokteff

I have a friend, who at the age of four, came into certain and definite knowledge of the existence and presence of Jesus in her life.  The interesting thing about her is that her parents were atheists, who never spoke of Jesus, nor allowed the subject of Jesus in their home.  She did not own a Bible.

If you ask her, she will tell you that she has had a love/brother relationship with Jesus since the age of 4.  Yet in physical 3D reality she only came to know about him in the religious world scope of teaching about Jesus, decades later, when a neighbor read a chapter out of the book of Revelations to her while having a conversation – over the fence.

Hope (Yes really.) tells me that hearing those words read to her- sparked something within her.  She explains it as an inner spirit knowledge, which made its way to her conscious mind, and current earth memory.  The fact that she already knew Jesus, loved him, and knew that she had “always loved him”, though more real than anything else in her life in experience,  came into deeper context when she learned about words that existed – in the Bible.

If you meet her you will find that though a mother of eight children, and though in her seventies, she is without a doubt a – young soul.  Shiny.  Bright.  Funny.  Full of Hope.  Ferocious in spirit.  She frightens some people and heals others by her presence and joy.  Some do not know what to make of the place where she walks.

I have traveled with her extensively.  She has been my traveling companion when family members could not accompany me on speaking trips.  She has traveled paths with me that were both safe and unsafe in the physical plane.  I have watched her pray, laugh, and joke her way through dangerous events – and watched her doze off to sleep in peaceful rest –  once her work was done.

She has walked into my hotel room many a time, looked at me with seriousness and certainty and said, “You are going to be in real danger when you go there.  I’m going with you!”  She has been right every time.  She has been an angel in disguise in my life – many times.

I have another friend, who grew up in a southern Baptist church, who had never been taught of re-incarnation.  Yet she absolutely and concretely knew with certainty, that she had walked the planet before.  A prior existence on the planet made no sense within the confines of her religious teaching and church experience.  She had no one to share with.  She had no one to question.  Exposure in church would have been certain censure and possibly worse.  Jesus had never been the question for her.  Jesus was her certainty.  Her tenacity and perseverance for “more truth” that her family could not comprehend,  confused them,  but drove her to a deeper relationship with Jesus from the time she was eighteen.

I also remember a night in Kyoto Japan, when a Japanese man in his forties, a Buddhist, and a man in local government came up to me after I had finished speaking and said, “I know the devil is my father.  I don’t want him to be my father anymore.”  He had tears in his eyes.  His face was pained.  He knew what he knew, and he knew that he wanted a solution for his dilemma.

My talk had been about the upcoming Kobe earthquake on the Friday night before it happened.

It seemed off topic – I had been stunned to hear myself speak what seemed like misplaced words coming out of my mouth at the end of a talk to about fifty people, “It does not matter who your spiritual father is, you can align with Another Father who does love you, and is the one that you can love.”  And thus the lovely Japanese man standing in front of me speaking life changing words.

One must understand Japanese culture to know what a huge deal it was for this man to say such a thing, and to say such a thing to me; a stranger, a foreigner, a woman.

Things like this are happening everywhere.  Regardless of country, race, gender, social class.  I and others have been witness to such things again and again – since the mid 1990’s when the overt and heavy dimensional overlaps began peaking.

Perhaps I am writing this for people who are waking up in churches and places where you think things – such those which you suddenly know and understand – should not be happening.  And yet, with every fiber within you, you know that what you know – is real.

To voice it audibly may be scary for you, because what you now know does not align with what you were taught – or never taught.  And yet, there it is – you now know –  what you know.

A knowing and an understanding of the spirit.  It can be a lonely place when it first happens, but also is a wonderful place – as we come deeper in.

This leaves us with the question “Who is our family?”  It’s an important question, at this time,  when many seek to find their own kind – in Spirit.

Some of our family members have begun to soar.  They are healthy, and we recognize them when we meet them.  They are like a healing balm and a fresh cool glass of water in the parched desert.  Many of them are the Daniels and seers, and those who will be victorious in days ahead.  They were long ago promised to be here at this time. They have been taking their positions in many locations, within many nations, around the globe. Many of them are – quite young.

Other family members – are not so healthy in this season of change.  They do not yet know the season, and so cling more ardently to literal words of writ without spirit or  context.  We must be patient with them.  This is where we turn the other cheek.  Many of them are older, but will understand further down the road.

I think a lot about those who are family – but are like fragile little chicks that are caught in a rainstorm without shelter.  Their feathers have been soaked and they are windblown.  They are so little and so vulnerable.  Some have been badly bruised, and they do all they can to hold on to life (a faith).  We must stand for them, carry them, believe for them, and when possible be their angels in disguise and help heal them – until they are able to stand on their own again.

And while we recognize each other and are full of joy, and remember those who are not in great shape, we must remember too that so many of these who are bruised – have had to go through the equivalent of violent physical wars – in their journeys to break free from religious bondage, which had kept them bowing within the synagogue of Satan.  We must be a light for them.  A light that shines bright so they can see what lurks in the dark ready to devour them and pull them further into darkness and hopelessness.

Family of spirit.  Family from home.  I have been so blessed to meet many members of my family, from all over the world.  The love and joy when we see each other face to face is difficult to contain.  Once experienced –  that safety, that joy, that easy understanding between family members who hold as privilege that which is sacred and holy – leaves no misunderstanding of who real family – is.

God Bless You.

Vera Lokteff

The drums of war play out in intimate settings within homes across all nations.  The drums of war play out on the streets of Europe and the Americas within protests and street attacks.  The drums of war are beaten each day as nation rises against nation – crossing the red line.  The drums of war sound the alarm as religions rise up, one against the other, upon the earth.

Where are sane men, women, and children – to go – when our leaders desire war?

On the smallest ripple of the discussion – we speak of Banker’s Wars, and of oil needing to get to market to keep the currency wars going.  Some speak of the American military industrial complex and its need to keep perpetual wars going.

Some speak of beliefs requiring marching toward doom in expectation of “fulfilled promises” and “final days and final wars” involving the return and/or arrival of various notable figures.  Few of our conversations and debates provide us with an adequate answer to –

“Why is mankind not allowed to live in peace?!”

“WHY war – decade after decade – for hundreds and thousands of Years?!”

“WHY don’t we – stand up and say, “Enough!”?

Millions upon millions of people on this planet today – detest war.  They hate watching the displacement of peoples on the planet.  They hate their government’s participation in the destruction of millions of civilians’ lives.  They hate seeing the aftermath of bombs, which have turned families, homes, and lives – to ruble.

Most of us have had enough – of war.  Even when it is on “foreign soil”.

Many Americans, of various political persuasions, have long asked themselves some version of the question – “WHY has my nation become such a thug and a bitch on the earth?!  Killing.  Killing.  More Killing.  How much is Enough killing for the deep state of the United States of America?!”

In the past few days, weeks and months we have been fed “news” of  the USA’s intention to cause more harm, more killing, more bombing, and more destruction – in other nations.  This week even Communist Americans voice their approval for change of regime in Iran and Central America.  Intervention.  Destruction.  Chaos.

We were promised an end to war by two presidents; one a democrat, the other a Republican.  And yet, the deep state war drum – drums on.

Perhaps it is time we stop asking questions in silence, and begin to unite and ask these questions boldly and loudly.  Perhaps it is best that we Demand changes to long going policies by hidden agents which profit from the misery and pain of humans.  Perhaps it is time that we collectively demand that those who have been duly elected now fulfill their promises to – Cease War.

We are at a crossroad.  We must ask ourselves and answer honestly,  “Do I Love those around me enough to care about – THEIR Future?”

Globally, we must be honest about whether we are willing to stand together and say, “Enough!” to lawlessness in the streets of our nations, as well as lawlessness in the places where decisions for war are made.

Do we have the strength to stand up and say, “Enough!” to those politicians who hunger for more blood, more death, and more destruction – while making millions/billions on war?

Do we have the fortitude to come together and begin to pray and meditate for change – Together – to create a metaphysical change that can manifest in 3D?

Do we have the strength to stand up to those who have repeatedly promised “change” only to allow more lawlessness into our nations, and more war and bloodshed and death in – Other Nations – as well?

The Millennials and Gen X’ers blame the Boomers for not having done more to hold back the tides of lawlessness and depravity, which wash over nations today.  I believe that it is not yet too late for Gen Z, Millennials, X’ers, Boomers, and All Else – to unite in purpose – against the forces that attempt to take over the globe at this hour.  We all stand to lose if we do not stand together.

Resistance is not futile.

Those who know and understand how to do it – must begin to follow up in united prayer, meditation, and purposed metaphysical creative works – to push back forces that would devour us nation by nation, and ultimately  body, mind, and soul.

Together…..  One in purpose – with honesty and truth – we can push this monster back into retreat, and if we want, we can subdue it.  It starts in the quiet, where metaphysical work and thoughts are unseen, but are joined with the wave of desire and purpose of all of those who are like us.  We can become The Flood that washes it away.

Vera Lokteff