Summary: In turmoil and sudden fury, the tower falls. The beginning of the end has arrived and the rats are flying from the high dungeons of darkness. Under this full moon, a blast of awareness dislodges the final vestiges of a bloody ritual of secrecy and
(Me): Let’s talk about Opalescence. (Pleiadians): You contracted to write a book during your days on Earth. You need to get started, you don’t have many left! We are eager to start. Nine does not eat or sleep, so Nine can get a chapter done
A conversation about the nine numbers of creation. (Me): Speak to me. (Pleiadians): We are visiting you care of your High Self, which reminds you that it is always on, free and clear, to guide you on your path home: God. Love, Nine. What does
