The Lion King & the Fallen God's Chariot Ride

So the story that started it all.

I was just 3 and a half years old, my family had just moved to a new house in a new town. We decided one day to get a cat, a very special cat who is still in my life (yes, believe). I found myself on a sunny farm one day. We went to see a new liter, the mom & her babies. They were all orange little squishballs of perfection. I was so excited to finally be getting a cat, a living animal, because i was tired of playing with my baby dolls, who although i used to love to play with them, had been leaving me feeling a little wanting lately, as they felt "empty" to me, and i wished i had something more like a real baby to practice on, that responded to me and had real life force inside of it. So when i found out about the cat, of course i wanted a girl so she could be my baby doll.

So i go out with this in my mind and mind you i'm only 3 & a half, so tantrums still being a thing. 😅 I had my mind set on getting a girl, i didn't imagine it any other way.

My family, brother, sister, dad, mom.... and I peer down into the little pen. I want this one, look at that one, 

OHH! Look at that one!

The cutest one ever!

WOW the best one there is

That one is _______

Oh my goodness, so _____

My whole family suddenly started exploding, using words i can't quite recall to describe what sounded like an absolute gem. I mean the baddest baddies of cats, but in the purest, most delightful gift-from-god way.

I looked around, where, where was this amazing creature?

My face fell.

THAT one? I looked up at my family, my jaw dropped,... that one?

You seriously are all talking about HIM?!

There was a boy right amongst the pack, lying amongst his brothers and sisters who were innocently and sweetly trying to nap, or nurse. Kicking the living shit out of them. He had these big rabbit feet, just swinging and kicking. He looked like he knew what he was doing. Kicking the shit out of his mom as well, the poor creature only managed to birth and nurse him, and he had the nerve to kick her?!

Oh no i thought.

Oh no, no no.... this is going very wrong. 

I wanted a docile creature to nurse and rock. This guy was from a different planet. 😂 Literally.

we go to grab the cat and start walking towards the car again, a voice suddenly SCREAMS out from the sky "Get that cat! Don't leave without The Cat! YOU CAN'T -DO- IT WITHOUT THE CAT! He's a KING!!!"

i looked around, into the direction in the sky the voice had come from. It sounded like someone used a speaker phone from the sky. In my mind's eye i suddenly saw a ship.... A basic round, silver, circular UAP.

Inside was a man. He sat on a basic, humble, wooden throne with no carvings or etchings. Two men stood on either side, flanking him as if for duty. A white blanket covered him.

I understood instantly why the blanket covered him. It was the highest form of respect and all they could do for him. His body was burned, red, charred.... A tragedy so deep i was immediately paralyzed & forever changed,... but i understood how much PRIDE was in this entire situation. This man had brought the world to it's knees. That's all this could mean. He was obviously a King himself, having seated on the throne. I knew he was coming from the future. Or should i say "them". I so focus on only this man..... "That's my husband." I thought. Could it be... A King that had brought the World to it's knees? A world of criminality, depravity, and torture hidden amongst its ranks? A world of rare jewels and innocence living precariously and half-heartedly amongst all those said things that could happen to a person. My mind raced.

To stand out in this world like this, to attract this kind of attention. To live safe in this world, you must keep your head down. And even then there are no guarantees. But this. To stand out like such a blazing torch of anti-conformity to the old ways.... could you really do it? Could you really walk this path? I was 3 and a half years old. I saw what was my destiny, and being asked of me, and was possible my future. This King... IS my husband. My heart broke. I never, in all my  years, felt such sadness. I couldn't bear to see him, yet i couldn't look away cause i yearned and i loved him so... the yearning was unimaginable. So was the feeling of agony over his loss & his state of being at this time, having won the battle of the Earth. Here is an excerpt a dear friend wrote, 

The fallen god's chariot ride is actually a metaphor for his internal experience, a nostalgic recollection of flight, fueled by his vivid imagination. The loss of his physical sight and wings as he burned entering and in reality creating the carbonised plane of existence called Earth.. only amplifies his reliance on the faculty of imagination, which ultimately gives rise to the manifestation of infinite forms of manifest reality. ...Hathor's gentle gesture as a soothing balm stroking his back where once wings had been... Soothes the solar gods emotional and physical pain..(right hemisphere to left hemisphere interaction) ....inside the chariot he begins to imagine he can fly once again and relives the Golden Age once more within Gan Keshet (cerebrospinal centre).

It's a poignant tale of rebellion and self-sacrifice... The notion that the fallen angel or solar Gods..defiance was motivated by a desire to aid humanity rather than defy God as the central energy challenges traditional notions of his character. The imagery of God weeping over the fallen angel's fate suggests a deep sense of sorrow and regret, underscoring the magnitude of the fallen angel's sacrifice. 

(Central fountain)

Cosmic Light

Watch this short video to glimpse a photo of my birth mark, which is in the clear shape of a solar system, also the shape of a eternity symbol, with stars & planets & a sun and shaded background. It is a star map. ✨ 

Cosmic Light

Sumerian Pt. II

So this Male Voice of mine was a dear secret friend. And mind you, i didn't hear the voice in my head. I wasn't hearing voices in my head.

I Could hear him coming from outside my head. Speaking physically as if near me. That and that i could feel him touch me was of course one of the ways i knew 100% it was real. A real encounter with a outside, highly advanced Ancient being who loved me and was a male warrior. I wondered what he wanted with me. But my next story adds some insight into that..

I was groomed by Him. I know with all going on in Hollywood right now, that this does not warrant a 'good' term or sound so very good.

But i didn't mind. I was also very advanced for my age, starting at age 3 (**coming in next blog), even though i was just a little girl.

We had many encounters where i could tell He was romantically in love with me.

I saw what he looked like one day. A blonde, skinny, attractive man in his 20s. He came to me and sat on a rock, and we had a private encounter.

I'm not going to speak about the encounter, because it is private, but in the end of it i told him "You wouldn't hurt me like you say you would, you are in love with me. You love me because of my Heart."

He had warned me that if i don't stop asking him something, there would be consequences.

As i said, groomed.

(**Wait till next blog to find out deeper, about this mysterious Figure, and its impact in my life. A story you wouldn't believe. I have stories to tell you that set this world ablaze with magic, mystery, ancient beings, warriors, and intrigue -Chuki.)

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 thinking that everyone makes fun of everyone and considered stooping to their level,

NO !!! The Voice came in and 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've never forgotten this experience.