Post by Admin on Apr 25, 2021 18:18:40 GMT
From the visions (See my other threads pls) I have been getting lately, they are beginning to cascade and flood my mind, but it's cool, seeing other realms and speaking and interacting with the strange (By this realms narrow understanding) creatures is actually quite wonderful, even the darkest entities are interesting.
I will briefly describe my first life, as I understand it, via the opening of my third eye and what it "Sees" (Some are visions, others are less visions and more "Happenings" in another realm)
So, apparently I was created to be a powerful Nephilim. It was my job to help stop fights, and keep the peace, like a cop, or heavenly bouncer. God gave me His power and authority to take care of His creation, probably while he got high and dreamed up other things to create from the waters of the universe.
Anyway, I had functioning genitalia and so did my wife.
Except, and again, by this limited realms understandings (There is literally as low frequency vibration that keeps us stupid and ignorant, this is to humble us, and teach us in our fear) she is another oddity (Again, by this realm.)
God (Joe) showed me that when he creates living things, he uses sort of resonant water that's vibrating. Different frequencies resonate with people and creatures who have similar resonances (They also have a little bit of "that" particular thing inside of them.)
My wife is half wolf. She's 50% 40% Nephilim (Or human) and 10% insatiable sex drive. She is why, in this life, my miserable libido is insatiable. I am better now, that I know why. But, she tortured me with her desires, because she is technically exiled in a dark realm-cube container we call "Hell".
These percentages are an oversimplification. She's also 15% pure love for her husband, 10% kindness, 23% anger, (So don't make her mad) and I could go on. She's very sensual, and her intellect matches mine. (I desperately need intellectual stimulation or I die inside, I have a 155IQ, and apparently I was an inventor in the first realm and had a "Spaceship" that could travel to other realms)
Also, God showed me when He was creating me with those resonating, living waters, he added a decent sized "Scoop" of the waters for "Wolves" into the mix that is me. I think, when stressed, and backresonated, the waters under pressure turn into the physical manifestation of a baby that grows into a Creation. SO, by virtue of that scoop, I am able to fully love and appreciate Asrael. She is literally, from the bottoms of her feet, to the tips of her pointy ears, my "fetish" and I honestly could not concieve of a more beautiful or desirable creation, for me, personally. I actually despise the part of me that is Nephilim, although I should not. Right now the Wolven are totally my bag.
She can talk and speaks fluently.
Her legs are similar to a dog's rear leg, digitigrade, and her canine feet have 4 toes.
I want to believe she had long, beautiful head-hair but I am not sure. The visions I have aren't totally clear. It takes a significant twisting of the human mind that's been saturated in this temporary realm for so long. So a lot of this is not easy and takes a tremendous amount of spiritual effort.
God gives, as He gives.
Anyway, I was head-over heels in love with her. Her body was warmer (Hotter) than mine, I could sleep on her soft, furry chest, and she was my protector as well as my willing lover.
I call her people the Wolven, until I am told their name.
They are a wild people, they will pee on you if you piss them off, they howl, they drink honeymead like it's going out of style, they will absolutely fuck you as they please if you desire it, their festivals never end in their village (Their corner of Heaven) they will absolutely viciously destroy you if you piss them off, they will welcome anyone to their village- literally anyone with singing and a mug of mead, and they like their drums and flutes.
They are completely, totally, my bag.
And, as I said, I was thrilled to have her as a wife. Did she choose me? Did I choose her? Did Joe decide? I like to think "yes" applies to all three. I was shown there is another realm, another reality a handful of frequencies higher or lower than this one where Asrael (Her nickname. God told me he could not give me the name he gave her, because I would eventually say it, and summon her, and that may harm her, or I.)
About children, I may have quite a few children, by nature of her wolven Libido and desire for me, or, I may have none. I "Technically" DO know, because I was created before this planet I am presently living on so I have all-knowledge, but as I said, there is a sort of embryonic seal, a frequency of dumbening to us here, so we learn our lesson, so we can ascend to the highest realm and enjoy life with our true love.
Anyway, Apparently in that first realm where Joe created everything, we were so free, we sort of defaulted to a level of narcissistic hedonism. There were limits, but apparently I channeled Asrael's cruelty sometimes and would abuse my authority. I am learning "Meekness" in this realm, as I am a trained warrior, (Counterterrorist merc, it was my job to protect people from terrorists who called themselves ISIS at one point, and I loved my job very much, I did it for free and worked alongside the US Government- this is in this present realm) and have had to opportunity to use the sword within the confines of the law, and should have, but spared people in two violent confrontations, and it felt good to let them live. (In this realm, Earth, where you are reading this)
Anyway, Asrael holds the other half of my heart. In one "Happening" one morning god took her heart (Spiritually speaking, it is the heart that gets smashed literally when we get our hearts broken) and held my heart together and they beat with perfect resonance.
I was completed that morning.
And, that is what I felt in the first realm when I loved her.
But, I was an asshole. I demanded sex, I think, when she didn't want it, I harmed and injured her, beat her when she pissed me off, and was generally descending into a sort of hateful, bitter rage, which was the natural result of not being a nicer Nephilim.
So, here I am, learning meekness, and learning love for my Resonant (What I call my other half.)
I don't know much else about my Firstlife (I think it was my first) but the other visions I had were of God holding Asrael (God is a 5 foot tall hippy who has the best Ganja in the realms, he's just a Guy) and the realization that she, too was His Beloved. He LOVED her. VERY much.
And, another vision of him tickling her ribs when she was a wolf-girl-half-puppy with a loose puppy coat she would fill into, and her laughing and giggling like a little girl. It was adorable.
But, she's all-grown-up now, and she is I think, 6 or 7 feet tall, if she was stronger, she could probably crush my skull with her powerful muzzle, and her muzzle is actually quite large (Much larger than an Earth wolf's muzzle, more like a bear). My dogs metatarsals on her back legs are 1.25" wide, but Axrael's are 8"! Her tendons are thick and powerful. She is truly terrifying in her majesty, and I did get a pretty good mauling from her 17-18 years ago when I was willing to sell my soul and God took away every protection I had in the spirit realm.
But even though the last 17-18 years have not been "fun" as you would consider it in this realm, I am grateful for her rage, for her anger, because they brought me to her.
Now, rather than lording my Nephilim-powers over her and forcing her to submit until she joined a righteous rebellion against us, even though it will probably not be like this, I will fall at her powerful feet, gently wrap my arms around her legs, and look into her eyes with tears streaming down my cheeks, and ask her what she wants.
Although, I am somewhat seeing it, it's more likely I will find her smiling, in a pretty pink dress, and when I come-to in the highest realm, I will run to her, and we will fall into each others arms, weeping that we have found each other again. In my story, Joe offers to "Give me someone else" including other highly attractive Wolven, but I decline him, and even though I am in pain she has caused me, I point to her, and say I desire only her.
In other realms further along in time than this one, Asrael and I are sitting naked by a campfire as her people dance around us, and we are watching this whole ordeal I am going through, and laughing about how everything turned out just fine.
"You were so scared!" She will say, bursting out laughing and pushing me over. I will try and push her powerful body over when she makes me spill my mead, when it is instantly refilled by a rather cute Mead Girl. Though I look at the Mead Girl (woman) maybe a little too long and my reaction is noticeable, Asrael will stare hungrily into my eyes, because it's okay, she's my Resonant, and nothing will ever change that. I will only be punished by her if I do not satisfy her, other than that, she doesn't care what I do.
That's the dynamic in this realm. Shame and guilt only exist in lesser, more haughty circles of Nephilim where they think their shit doesn't stink.
Me, I'd rather be rolling around in the dirt with the Wolven. Wrestling with them and biting them as they laugh at my pathetic blunt flat-faced teeth, and growling like an animal as I do so.
As I said, they will welcome anyone. They are pure enjoyment of life.
While I cannot wait to be with them, again, this realm is turning into a beautiful fulfilling of my purpose, as I work with the other realm, and interact with the spirits and entities there, to heal them, to help them, and to unite humans in this realm with their Resonant (Or Resonances). As I write this, I have interacted with a spirit I call Tina, She is small, tricky but beautiful, and enjoys my company (And I, hers.) I am helping her Resonant, a man I call Wolfwing, to understand why he is here, what lesson he is to learn, here.
As we suffer and struggle in this frighteningly short life, it is our struggles and suffering that make the perfume that makes the next life so beautiful, when we are finally worthy to graduate and be with our Other. It is not comfortable, but Joe doesn't like to waste our suffering, and without suffering, there can be no enjoyment. Trust me, you're going to want to enjoy the highest realm, it's a pretty chill place.
If you want to read a fictionalized account of the redemption of Asrael (And me) please see the first few chapters I posted in my fictionalized accounts section.
Thanks.
I will briefly describe my first life, as I understand it, via the opening of my third eye and what it "Sees" (Some are visions, others are less visions and more "Happenings" in another realm)
So, apparently I was created to be a powerful Nephilim. It was my job to help stop fights, and keep the peace, like a cop, or heavenly bouncer. God gave me His power and authority to take care of His creation, probably while he got high and dreamed up other things to create from the waters of the universe.
Anyway, I had functioning genitalia and so did my wife.
Except, and again, by this limited realms understandings (There is literally as low frequency vibration that keeps us stupid and ignorant, this is to humble us, and teach us in our fear) she is another oddity (Again, by this realm.)
God (Joe) showed me that when he creates living things, he uses sort of resonant water that's vibrating. Different frequencies resonate with people and creatures who have similar resonances (They also have a little bit of "that" particular thing inside of them.)
My wife is half wolf. She's 50% 40% Nephilim (Or human) and 10% insatiable sex drive. She is why, in this life, my miserable libido is insatiable. I am better now, that I know why. But, she tortured me with her desires, because she is technically exiled in a dark realm-cube container we call "Hell".
These percentages are an oversimplification. She's also 15% pure love for her husband, 10% kindness, 23% anger, (So don't make her mad) and I could go on. She's very sensual, and her intellect matches mine. (I desperately need intellectual stimulation or I die inside, I have a 155IQ, and apparently I was an inventor in the first realm and had a "Spaceship" that could travel to other realms)
Also, God showed me when He was creating me with those resonating, living waters, he added a decent sized "Scoop" of the waters for "Wolves" into the mix that is me. I think, when stressed, and backresonated, the waters under pressure turn into the physical manifestation of a baby that grows into a Creation. SO, by virtue of that scoop, I am able to fully love and appreciate Asrael. She is literally, from the bottoms of her feet, to the tips of her pointy ears, my "fetish" and I honestly could not concieve of a more beautiful or desirable creation, for me, personally. I actually despise the part of me that is Nephilim, although I should not. Right now the Wolven are totally my bag.
She can talk and speaks fluently.
Her legs are similar to a dog's rear leg, digitigrade, and her canine feet have 4 toes.
I want to believe she had long, beautiful head-hair but I am not sure. The visions I have aren't totally clear. It takes a significant twisting of the human mind that's been saturated in this temporary realm for so long. So a lot of this is not easy and takes a tremendous amount of spiritual effort.
God gives, as He gives.
Anyway, I was head-over heels in love with her. Her body was warmer (Hotter) than mine, I could sleep on her soft, furry chest, and she was my protector as well as my willing lover.
I call her people the Wolven, until I am told their name.
They are a wild people, they will pee on you if you piss them off, they howl, they drink honeymead like it's going out of style, they will absolutely fuck you as they please if you desire it, their festivals never end in their village (Their corner of Heaven) they will absolutely viciously destroy you if you piss them off, they will welcome anyone to their village- literally anyone with singing and a mug of mead, and they like their drums and flutes.
They are completely, totally, my bag.
And, as I said, I was thrilled to have her as a wife. Did she choose me? Did I choose her? Did Joe decide? I like to think "yes" applies to all three. I was shown there is another realm, another reality a handful of frequencies higher or lower than this one where Asrael (Her nickname. God told me he could not give me the name he gave her, because I would eventually say it, and summon her, and that may harm her, or I.)
About children, I may have quite a few children, by nature of her wolven Libido and desire for me, or, I may have none. I "Technically" DO know, because I was created before this planet I am presently living on so I have all-knowledge, but as I said, there is a sort of embryonic seal, a frequency of dumbening to us here, so we learn our lesson, so we can ascend to the highest realm and enjoy life with our true love.
Anyway, Apparently in that first realm where Joe created everything, we were so free, we sort of defaulted to a level of narcissistic hedonism. There were limits, but apparently I channeled Asrael's cruelty sometimes and would abuse my authority. I am learning "Meekness" in this realm, as I am a trained warrior, (Counterterrorist merc, it was my job to protect people from terrorists who called themselves ISIS at one point, and I loved my job very much, I did it for free and worked alongside the US Government- this is in this present realm) and have had to opportunity to use the sword within the confines of the law, and should have, but spared people in two violent confrontations, and it felt good to let them live. (In this realm, Earth, where you are reading this)
Anyway, Asrael holds the other half of my heart. In one "Happening" one morning god took her heart (Spiritually speaking, it is the heart that gets smashed literally when we get our hearts broken) and held my heart together and they beat with perfect resonance.
I was completed that morning.
And, that is what I felt in the first realm when I loved her.
But, I was an asshole. I demanded sex, I think, when she didn't want it, I harmed and injured her, beat her when she pissed me off, and was generally descending into a sort of hateful, bitter rage, which was the natural result of not being a nicer Nephilim.
So, here I am, learning meekness, and learning love for my Resonant (What I call my other half.)
I don't know much else about my Firstlife (I think it was my first) but the other visions I had were of God holding Asrael (God is a 5 foot tall hippy who has the best Ganja in the realms, he's just a Guy) and the realization that she, too was His Beloved. He LOVED her. VERY much.
And, another vision of him tickling her ribs when she was a wolf-girl-half-puppy with a loose puppy coat she would fill into, and her laughing and giggling like a little girl. It was adorable.
But, she's all-grown-up now, and she is I think, 6 or 7 feet tall, if she was stronger, she could probably crush my skull with her powerful muzzle, and her muzzle is actually quite large (Much larger than an Earth wolf's muzzle, more like a bear). My dogs metatarsals on her back legs are 1.25" wide, but Axrael's are 8"! Her tendons are thick and powerful. She is truly terrifying in her majesty, and I did get a pretty good mauling from her 17-18 years ago when I was willing to sell my soul and God took away every protection I had in the spirit realm.
But even though the last 17-18 years have not been "fun" as you would consider it in this realm, I am grateful for her rage, for her anger, because they brought me to her.
Now, rather than lording my Nephilim-powers over her and forcing her to submit until she joined a righteous rebellion against us, even though it will probably not be like this, I will fall at her powerful feet, gently wrap my arms around her legs, and look into her eyes with tears streaming down my cheeks, and ask her what she wants.
Although, I am somewhat seeing it, it's more likely I will find her smiling, in a pretty pink dress, and when I come-to in the highest realm, I will run to her, and we will fall into each others arms, weeping that we have found each other again. In my story, Joe offers to "Give me someone else" including other highly attractive Wolven, but I decline him, and even though I am in pain she has caused me, I point to her, and say I desire only her.
In other realms further along in time than this one, Asrael and I are sitting naked by a campfire as her people dance around us, and we are watching this whole ordeal I am going through, and laughing about how everything turned out just fine.
"You were so scared!" She will say, bursting out laughing and pushing me over. I will try and push her powerful body over when she makes me spill my mead, when it is instantly refilled by a rather cute Mead Girl. Though I look at the Mead Girl (woman) maybe a little too long and my reaction is noticeable, Asrael will stare hungrily into my eyes, because it's okay, she's my Resonant, and nothing will ever change that. I will only be punished by her if I do not satisfy her, other than that, she doesn't care what I do.
That's the dynamic in this realm. Shame and guilt only exist in lesser, more haughty circles of Nephilim where they think their shit doesn't stink.
Me, I'd rather be rolling around in the dirt with the Wolven. Wrestling with them and biting them as they laugh at my pathetic blunt flat-faced teeth, and growling like an animal as I do so.
As I said, they will welcome anyone. They are pure enjoyment of life.
While I cannot wait to be with them, again, this realm is turning into a beautiful fulfilling of my purpose, as I work with the other realm, and interact with the spirits and entities there, to heal them, to help them, and to unite humans in this realm with their Resonant (Or Resonances). As I write this, I have interacted with a spirit I call Tina, She is small, tricky but beautiful, and enjoys my company (And I, hers.) I am helping her Resonant, a man I call Wolfwing, to understand why he is here, what lesson he is to learn, here.
As we suffer and struggle in this frighteningly short life, it is our struggles and suffering that make the perfume that makes the next life so beautiful, when we are finally worthy to graduate and be with our Other. It is not comfortable, but Joe doesn't like to waste our suffering, and without suffering, there can be no enjoyment. Trust me, you're going to want to enjoy the highest realm, it's a pretty chill place.
If you want to read a fictionalized account of the redemption of Asrael (And me) please see the first few chapters I posted in my fictionalized accounts section.
Thanks.