Out Of Desperation...

"We still feel the scars, and bear the memories of the last imprisonment; the time when the sons of belial attempted to impose their will on ‘the loving’; on ‘the compassionate’ and on ‘the spiritual’. Three qualities they do not possess and wish to covert. Experimentation for centuries; endless torture of millions of soul … out of desperation. For they seek to escape the confines of the dimensions in which they are trapped. We endured for unconditional love cannot be destroyed; or lessened; or morphed into anything other than what it is. It can only be blocked … and their wills and intentions forced on the poor souls. Memories of those technologies still haunt us. This individual light of Ezra remembers the golden bracelet on his left hand. He still feels its awakening from time to time. But of course, in this incarnation, there is nothing there on his arm. But elsewhere his consciousness feels its malice when it is activated. The murmur in this incarnation is a pressure around the wrist and a heat; plus an impulse to comply. But the impulse is the compulsion to comply to hatred and fear and revulsion. It soon passes by … but the individual pities its other compartment that is experiencing the impulse in that moment. For this individual knows there is no time. All things are simultaneous. Occurring at the one moment. He knows only well the feeling of leaving his earthly form and entering that timeless state … that blissful state. But alas the memory is too short, for when he returns back into form and becomes a slave to machine time again … he forgets. But recalls that sense of the moments of the return, when he feels he has been travelling for hours when in truth he’s been absent from the conscious world for a matter of minutes. He feels comforted by those experiences and grateful that the experience of unconditional love … deep within his core … means he can do that very thing the sons of belial so desperately crave. He can escape the prison dimensions and venture freely to much higher planes. It is what their grand design of the ages has sought out. They always fail. They will never succeed. Even with their hybridisations and their experimentations; their abilities to expel a soul from a human form and transplant one of their own. They cannot manifest themselves as the same vibration as the sons and daughters of the light. They are not like mankind in that way." (Extract taken from 'Ezra In The Modern Day' by Matthew James)