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Strange; No, just walking 10 years ahead


Mom (to me; I've just gotten back from changing the locks on my blue shed in the Ozarks on my little piece of land I bought 7 years ago; now I'm at the baby shower for my sister's son and wife): "Angel, you are strange. Why are you so strange?"


Angel: "Where are you about to go (the next day)? You are almost 90 years old. You are about to go to your 200 acre farm in Tennessee, with dad. You don't even have water there right now (my sister just told me they plan to pull out all the well equipment to fix it, it has broken.) Do you remember 45 years ago, how you got started? You and dad bought a little piece of landlocked land with a shack on it. I'm just doing what YOU'VE done, what I've seen YOU do for the past 45 years."


Then I add something I know will cause her to see it in a different light. "The Discovery Channel made a television series about my next door neighbor. Not the guy right next to me. But walking distance, if I was younger and could walk that far. That close." I tell her the name of the series. I see her eyes perk up with interest. I see my brother and sister's eyes perk up with interest. "Maybe Angel's on to something, after all," is the light I see in their eyes.


Then I add another tid-bit. "Mark wanted me to go to Nashville. I had to decide when I hit Little Rock whether to go on towards Memphis or turn and go on up to my farm and change the locks like I'd planned. We met people on the cruise. They have a Christian television show and were going to interview Mark. Also, we were hoping that the guy who created the entire group would have a dinner while Mark was in town. Turns out it was his birthday. He had already promoted Mark as going on the cruise. Then he shared his birthday with him. Mark wanted me to be there for all that. They are LEADING the entire group of Christian television producers and media people. I'm the one who CREATED the situation with Mark. It was my brain-work. That's why Mark wanted me there. But I decided to go ahead and go change my locks instead. I've been waiting all year to do that."


Then I agree with her. "Aunt so-and-so said to me once, after I had said someone we knew was strange, "My sweet darling, YOU are the strange one in OUR family," I don't try to go deeper to explain who I really am to her or repeat, again, what I've done. I don't try to go any further than to get her to realize that I dwell in the heavens and am a mirror image of HER, created by HER, because I've copied what I've seen her and Dad do all their lives.


What they did was master the earthly realm. I've mastered the heavenly realm. I did it, initially, beginning decades ago, because Mom was scared of dying. So I went and figured out how Heaven really works. Now I'm too high in heaven for her to grasp. But eventually she'll copy me. Eventually, everyone will copy me. My late husband, Robin, had taught me that. He worked on the leading edge of technology. He'd often say, "I work 10 years ahead of everyone else." It was more like 50. Today's oil industry computerized drilling technology hasn't improved much past where he took it, I've noticed.


My mom and dad, my husband, led the way, to earth mastery. I led the way to heaven mastery because they set me on their shoulders. Mom just doesn't grasp it yet. But I do. I'm working 10 years ahead of everyone else (probably 50). To her, I'm just not what she envisioned. Once she told me she had pictured me dressing nicely, with a nice car, and going to work downtown in a Courthouse. She had pictured a nice life for me. She forgot I was the ancestor of Meriwether Lewis and Jefferson Davis, among others. My genealogy is in my book. Genealogy is important, more important than we grasp.


For 45 years my Mom and Dad fought the world and successfully created and ran a business, dedicated to God, that created the internal electronics for the advanced technology products of the biggest corporations in the world, IBM, Apple, Nasa, Texas Instruments, Motorola, on and on. Dad was responsible for the contracts for the guidance systems, telemetry, for all 17 Apollo missions to the moon.


One day he had excitedly come home at lunchtime and yelled at the family to run out to see what he had in the trunk of his car. "Touch this box! Put your fingerprints on this box!" he had instructed us and we all had, me, mom, my sister, my brother. I was the oldest. I was about 12. "This box is going to be left on the moon. I have to drive it to Nashville right now, to get it on an airplane, shipped. I want our family's fingerprints to be on the moon."


If there was an actual trip to the moon, which I don't now believe there was, then our family's fingerprints are on the moon as I type. Regardless, that was his intention and plan at the time, as he understood the world to work. That's the foundation for my understanding the heavens are a mirror to the earth. There is a firmament in place, like the ancients believed. It symbolizes the mastery of the heavenly realms, the spiritual heavens, and how our understanding of how heaven, and therefore earth, work. God lets his elohim, his advanced ones, his children leaders, extend that understanding. I did. Those, like me, who walk this path, are strange, strange to even the identical masters of earth, of the physical realm.


Angel: "I just followed in your footsteps, Mom."


My sister was at my side, listening to my conversation with my mother. She is now, today, driving them to their now million dollar farm they spent 45 years creating from a little landlocked piece of original land with a shack on it. Mom and Dad have spent a month every summer since they first bought it improving the land. My brother and his wife were listening from across the table, there were a couple dozen of people there for the baby shower. So I took the opportunity to continue the conversation that had started this. I had been very careful not to say the word, "Bigfoot," at the shower. I didn't want to upset Mom. That upsets her. So I talked about the orbs instead.


Angel: "They've built a million dollar bridge over the river that goes to my land, now. They finished it last Thanksgiving. I see it on Facebook. At first, when I first bought the land, there was just a hundred or two hundred year old cement bridge going over the river. It was a few inches higher than the water and didn't have sides. It was REALLY scary to go over that river on that bridge. But I did it. It led to the land I'd bought.


So, this trip, I wanted to see the new bridge. I turned my iPhone video camera on and filmed myself going down the road that led to the bridge, then over the bridge. But I didn't like the road it ended at, it's a scary dangerous dirt road. So I turned around and went back. I got a motel room for the night. I had wanted to stay in my little cabin but it was almost dark by then, so I didn't.


In the motel I watched the 4 minute long video. I didn't see it when it happened. I saw it on the video. An orb comes out of the trees on my right, flies down to my van as I'm driving towards the new bridge, and does something with my mirror on my drivers side. It's going in and out of my van, around that mirror. It is bright emerald blue green and even has little wings. I didn't see it when it happened. It was going in and out of my van, going through solid matter. It wasn't the phone. It was an orb." I don't say the rest of what I know, that the orb was a Bigfoot. Mom doesn't like for me to bring that up, so I don't.


Everyone is looking at me. I've just blown their reality once again, and they are realizing Mom is correct. I'm strange. But I'm really not. I'm a mirror of my family, who mastered earth, the physical reality. I've mastered and am extending the firmament of the heavenly reality, where our understanding walks with God, Yahweh.


They have followed what I now call "Yah," what the ancient Hebrew scriptures that I can now easily read, what the Bible calls the Christian God. Yah is just the beginning of the fuller concept of Yahweh. I walk with Yahweh, he teaches me, shows me, opens up the understanding of his marvelous magical works of Creation. I'm just Meriwether Luis and Jefferson Davis' little girl, following their blood that runs in my veins. Yes, I'm strange.


Copyright 2024 Angel Isaacs All Rights Reserved

Written July 1, 2024 at 5:07 am


Here's a video I just found along the same lines:



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