Sumerian

This all started when I was young. I had a friend and a voice that would accompany me, and appear in my room.

I know i was younger than 6 when this started happening, as i lost the ability to hear the Voice as i got a little older, maybe around 8. The last day i heard it, i thought, i'm going to go down and tell my mom, i want to show her something real positive, something about Spirit being involved, and for her to feel good. So i should share my sunshine with her. In doing this i figured the Voice would be a little possessive, and sad that i had shared Him with the world, but i thought he would understand it was a weighed con and worth it because it was my mom. But i figured, "this'll probably be the last time or the last times that i hear this voice. As i'm getting older, i know i will loose the connection when i[m older, as children can't always keep their strong connection to spirit.

I was right. That ended up being the very last time i ever heard from my friend, the Sumerian Voice..

when i told my mom about it, she said "Yeah, i heard about that. They call it "The Voice of God" Note: I looked up later in life, in my 20s and found out there is a thing called The Voice of God technology. So me telling my Mom this in the 90s and her having that response is amazing!

Anyways, we didn't get internet in our house until it started becoming available around 1997. I was born dec 17, 1989, so I age in constant with the years. For example, i was 7 in 1997, etc.

So me hearing this disembodied spirit voice was already happening BEFORE 1997, and i got internet.

That means: I DID NOT HAVE THE ABILITY TO LOOK IT UP**.

I have strong instincts. I got this feeling, the language he is speaking in is not English. Its a dead language.... "It's Sumerian" I said. Had i ever heard this word from an adult or anywhere else before? No way! Could i look up on the internet that the oldest known language is Sumerian? No! Internet wasn't even available. 

But I dead on had it come to me. "It's Sumerian." Thats how i know that, because later when we got internet and i got to be a teenager, i could look and had of course heard that Sumerian was the oldest known language. It dropped in the core of my stomach like a sweet, heavy fruit. I was right. I had been right in in tuning the language of my long lost Voice: My Love!

I loved this Voice very much. It was an ancient.... Ancient male warrior. He was very strong. So much so it scared me much and i thought "getting close to you is going to hurt. It's going to hurt me one day. But you know what, you deserve that because YOU are a warrior, and i wouldn't leave you alone, and i Love you, and if i ever tried to run, i would not, and if i felt the need, i would come clearly to you and tell you first. I am loyal. I am here. I will go through the ends of the earth, your past, your present, your future, and all your pains with you.

This thing was the light of my life. (and also had become and always been the Love of my Life.) It was my secret to keep from my friends, to keep from the world. I would never tell until the time was right if it benefited him & I, our mission, and the world at larger.

I lived two lives. one everyone saw and knew, a normal happy, busy kid of the 90s with friends and a family.

But when i'd be alone in my room sometimes i lived a double life.

He would come to me suddenly, one day i remember distinctly thinking, everyone makes fun of everyone.

i just got this new makeup. I want to put it on with Jadan (name changed to protect identity) and i also want to share it with other girls, but she would probably be mean and horde it between us and make fun of me if i don't act like i'm better, if i don't act like i'm an expert at this make up. Everyone makes fun of everyone, to get along with Jadan and continue being best friends, maybe i should consider stooping... maybe i need to make fun of people with her, and be like her

NO !!! The Voice came in; HE SEEMED TO SAY!

He gave me a big, warm hug. I could feel his heat and power. He wrapped me in the warmest embrace i will never forget, and told me in Sumerian "No... You stay Open. You Stay You." It's very important, he seemed to say.

I can only imagine at what was actually being said in Sumerian. The worlds were clear and deep, the enticing way of a warrior sounding through them as always.

I will never forget this experience