It was a cool Sunday morning....

At the end of the day, no one knows everything, and everyone can learn from another soul. You just have to be willing to open up your own soul. Allowing one to speak their opinion, their truth. This will allow a flow of wisdom, mistakes, lessons and answers. I like to call these individuals my personal therapists in a way. As much as they help me, I hope we help them too by showing them what we have found and what we have learned during our conversations. By doing so, I feel we all grow together, as friends, and as souls. That is priceless. 

We have been very blessed beyond words with fellowship. We call these friends walking angels and souls. Some we have met before in our past lives we have lived before our current form as Marc Andrew Tagaliaferri, A.K.A. Tagalong, Bill Tedford. I do want to make reference to two other people we are intertwined with. I have no proof or solid evidence that there is a connection, however they line up so well with our timeline and story. It’s quite unique. They are Stephen & his lovely wife, Abby, from the Angola (Aton) era of the 1830s. We did a lot of research to line them up through history’s timeline. We were able to narrow the gap to thirty years. So that is a story itself, and I hope you all hang around for more information on that and also our upcoming book. The book will explain the rest and the relation that is almost undeniable. Now is not the time to dive in that deep. 

So other than my multiple personalities, who am I? I will say I am a gypsy and a witch through my family’s blood and taught by nature, however, we love our father, God. Another form we are attached to, but we always knew was there, is the blue man. Within the last two weeks, we have come to know this form in more depth. It is interesting that growth comes when it wants, not when asked. It’s what you, your self, do with the opportunity when it knocks on your door. When you can feel it throughout your soul, of course, one can let it pass by, or you can accept it. Well, knock-knock, I feel the opportunity is knocking. It took us a minute to sort out what was brought to us. Within a conversation we had with a man, he was kind enough and smart enough to pass on the information we were looking for. We feel that information was seeking us also. It says in The Bible that the temple can be used as a vessel to speak to us. We first have to believe in it, and then we have to acknowledge it. You just have to want to be spoken to and then listen, of course. 

The truth is, I’m called crazy for my quest more than anyone would like to hear. When I was looking for what I now know as Aten, I was always close, but I thought I had already found it all. I felt like I had everything to prove our thoughts, then learned the final piece I was missing, Aten. After forty-nine years on Earth within this temple that walks among the souls, we thought we had it all right. We later learned more, we were not wrong, but we did not have it all yet. We knew we had found the pentagram. Likewise, we had been told long ago, if we found it, we would find family. 

 Thirty-seven years later, I knew it was time to speak, the minute I found the pentagram. That night was quite interesting. The following day began with my daughter, Blair, and her words were the final push. As I sat drinking coffee on a picnic table in our front yard, she said, “Come on, Dad.” Then chanted, “Let’s go, Hornets.” Those words changed everything. 

Fast-forward back to 2021, as I spoke with a kind man who gave me that missing information, he said the word Aten, or Aton. We were conversing over a shield I had acquired from our town history. It was found in an attic of a house that was built in our town, the same town where I found the  pentagram. I wasn’t looking for the blue form or what it meant that night, anymore. I had given up on myself until the choice was made to accept who we are and what we were told to do long ago. When the final piece was spoken, it all clicked during that conversation with that kind man. 

It was no coincidence that every time we cross paths, I gain more knowledge. When the kind, smart man stated that the symbol on the top of the shield is in reference to Aten (Aton), the conversation only grew deeper from there. It pulls our book together and our life. As we live in Angola, which was called Aton back when the town was settled in the 1838s by settlers from New York. The oddness to Aton is in Egyptian History. Atum-Ra is the first God, or the self creator. They are known in many forms. He or she is the question to so many. 

What caught our attention first was that they were depicted as blue to relate to God, or the Gods. Later it was discovered they could change into many forms. That lines up to us in our mind and our many forms too. We never asked for any of the things we have found. All I did that night was closing my eyes saying goodnight to my mother, excited about a new school and new life to come. If I remember correctly, it went like this, “Night mom, after while crocodile. I love you, mom.” Her answer was great, “See you later, alligator” It definitely was later and nothing has been right since. Then one day it was all made right again, It is very overwhelming to accept this information, and to pass it along. However, we are excited for what’s to come. Are you?

"Stay blessed, stay true to yourself, and always remember, you’re never alone on this incredible journey. Wishing you an abundance of peace, love, and an overflow of good vibes until our paths cross again. Thanks for being a part of this adventure with me. Until next time, Deuces!"