Things have begun to change in many ways....

I have a couple facts to share with you. I find them like planting a seed to grow. It is time to stop running or hiding in the alleys of life. Growth has to come in all parts of life. So first Lucifer was an angel before he was a demon. Basically, he was all good, the best of the best. Not to mention, father and best friend. Cain for example was the brother of Adam before he went west because of what he did with his life choices. Where he lived a full life, until karma literally hit him in the head. As the story goes, he died with a hit to the head from the ceiling of his home. As the land laid back then, he went west, which can only lead to the temples in South America that were found twenty some years ago. It seems everyone has a reason to accept the parts of history they were taught. But we all play stupid to make someone else smart. Even if the truth is right in front of us. I get it, though. I am not trying to like talk trash, I am just saying we are all taught someone else’s thoughts. But it’s a cool mystery, and the unknown can make money. That comes from the tree thing that gives us life, not the money. We fight to get money though, we think it gives us life as man has made it that way over time. 

To place where I am going with this is really simple, Satan made a choice and ran with it. Well, that was his choice as he placed his facts to make his move. Just as Cain did too. So why can’t a man or a temple not only feel and allow his soul to guide him to a town that he would find all of his dreams beginning to come true. Why can he fight through hell to change and understand his walk. He wants forgiveness from Father to change. Will it be easy? No. Will I make mistakes?  Yes, bring them on, but we will learn. We will grow and will learn how to express ourselves to help the world, not hurt it or scar it for money. Yet for now I have to make that money and cut the tree to feed myself and the next generation to come. It is almost like you have to go with the flow to live. So how do we change the fight we are in? Well, that is what we are trying to do.

There is more to our world than what we are doing with it, for sure. One thing we have done so well is masked the truth for what we thought was the betterment of our race. Now what, right? I find it amazing that the things that were accepted or even not accepted long ago, and yet we find ways to bring it all back in different form and say it is new. As long as we wrap it up different and the present it, no one will notice. They are too happy with their new toy. We truly are funny animals that are out for ourselves and maybe out of control. Not everyone, but never underestimate the power of people in large groups.

I feel at this point there is no more hunt for us. To learn and to be a student is what we want to do, now. I am sure I do not have all the facts. Or I am maybe wrong here or there, but what I have found or earned or even guided to is quite amazing, truth be told. I can not force people to believe. All I can really do is what I have been doing, speak.

The other day, I was at a high school basketball game. During the JV game. I made my way to a friend of mine, a very well-rounded man. I like to grab his hand and shake it. He is a large, strong man that benches over 500 pounds, last I heard. I lift a cheeseburger, not weights anymore. LOL As we talked about things, I have found and joked, he paused. Then he looked me straight in the eyes and said “Tags, I believe you bro. We see you. We know what you are doing. Keep going, keep pushing, bro.” For him to say that, my soul jumped ten feet, for sure. Which triggered me to speak of the green orb that I have on film with me praying as it dances behind us. Which lead to what I think it is and that I have some proof, but that will be another blog. He was interested, so I showed him on my phone. As we laughed, he made me feel amazing. He smiled from cheek to cheek. 

Then I turned to see what happened in the game when I felt his large hand touch my shoulder and turn me a little towards him. We were eye to eye. He spoke, “Hey Tags, you want to know why I believe you? It is not just because what you are doing is neat, and I truly want to see you grow. Also, I know someone just like you that is also on a hunt that the world says isn’t so. And brother, let me tell you, it is real.” I stood there in shock and thought he was going to show me something that died with the ghost leaving its temple or some shadow in an odd place. I didn’t really know. However, I know those things to be true, so that is what my mind placed in my thoughts before he could speak or show me.

Then he pulled out a phone that he used to take a picture of his friend’s phone. And what he showed me blew me away, I couldn’t believe my own eyes for a moment. Wow, I couldn’t even believe it again. I just looked up at him and smiled and said, “Wow, bro, for real.” There we were, two different levels, yet brought together over time by the hand of God or the elements. All things working together behind the scenes as they watch us and guide us to things that many say are not real. We were laughing, talking, jumping around like we were two kids on the playground at school telling a homie about an adventure we were on. Or how someday we would show the world. Then, I spoke as he knocked me around in play, “Bro, all I want to do is bring a Scooby like atmosphere to our town. We have souls and spirits everywhere, but can’t it be for the good? Before some asshole finds this stuff and tries to beat us to the punch and make it all bad. One thing we have in our favors are we both do have proof and we both are working forwards are goals and uplifting the other. For me, that has changed my life again.”

The next day or two I was still in a state of shock because whatever they have found, or his friend has seen, to me, it makes so much sense. It really plays into what we have been guided to. As we talked that night, their trail seemed to also lead to where my trail leads to. Truly amazing, for sure. I maybe something to a point but like the illuminati or other myths or legends,  why would all this be real or even me or us, right? Yeah, what a thought. As I said, I was kind of in a place of what the heck, yet so much joy in my soul. 

On Mondays, after work every two weeks, I have a book club. I was invited to by someone I never thought would be so kind to speak with me. We have not had many meetings yet, just a couple. I have to say, I can’t believe I’m even on zoom with these amazing, smart, well-rounded souls that have earned the world’s respect for their achievements and work. We are truly honored and excited to learn from them all. Not to mention, what ever comes with it all through time. One thing is for sure, I need to speak. The book we have started is remarkable. It just brings you into it with each word. Truthfully, I feel as though it’s very familiar with what I have gone through. In the last meeting, I finally found the courage to speak, as again I feel the book reminds me of a guy I know that was guided to a town. 

Well, when I finally found that courage, I hit the wrong button. What a mess for me. As I felt like I was crashing right in front of them all, my black cat, Shadow, jumped up on the desk and ran across the Zoom meeting going on. That was when it hit me, and I thought of Dr. Claw’s cat from a cartoon when I was a kid. So I grabbed Shadow and began to pet her as I composed myself. Even if no one noticed, I could feel it happening as I felt myself coming apart. What makes it ironic is I have nails or claws on one hand, and it helped me place myself. It also made me realize in our next meeting, I need to speak to them when they ask what our thoughts are. 

Yesterday, at work, Tagalong asked me, “Is this your end game, Marc? Are you a trash man that can’t talk? You talk a big game about changing the world and about how we are all on the Zion mountain and that the garden is Earth, our mother. Yet you hide among those that will not help push you. You speak on late nights in bars or anywhere really. You went on a trip for your son at his new college, what you do? Run your mouth, so much, your son texted your other son to tell him. I guess they both laughed, but Marc were they laughing because you are not afraid to speak at the moment. What about the platform you wanted? Or the stage you have written about you wanted to speak on? 

You told a medium you were in the garden and that in 1830, you stood on our mound and spoke of many things to come to try to help a town you now call home in 2023. Yet you can’t speak to people that not only have earned respect but do speak. How are you feeling with the cat having your tongue, or did I take it again? Because you are allowing fear or judgement from others to stop you, fool. The fool part is, so you get it, stop dancing around with no focus. The stage is forming, just breath, accept, and understand. The only way to grow is to be the student, too. They all learn and watch, oh yeah they speak too. Marc, it’s time to not prove anything, it is time to try and to learn.”

Thank you for your time. Blessed be, Alhamdulillah, and God Bless. Peace.