20 Februari 2003: Speeding up my efforts

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Going further and faster – can’t change events

Amper reminds me how well the writing is going, and that events are pre-determined. I  dream I am traveling in Germany, wearing only a blanket.

 

—– ooOO – OOoo —–

 

Amper (always italicized text for these messages): So, we speak again! You, Jorun, did as we said, everything turned out well. You saw for yourself what happened.

It is good that you ask for protection, you are completely safe then.

It’s sometimes a little hard to reach you. But I fully understand how you think.

You started to speed up your efforts. You know yourself, the acceleration has been unparalleled.

You did not know this at the time. But you understand it now. Is it not fun to read what you have written?

We’ve had many, many moments together, I recognize you so well, the way you think and are. Your rounds are the most wonderful thing there is.

You do not know yourself and you will not see for yourself what you are capable of. You struggle with it, fall asleep sometimes, go back, try again, and I do not know everything you do, but you manage it in some way every time. It is wonderful.

You felt today, in the afternoon, the words glide forwards easily, so easily. It is you who have accomplished this, as you sometimes realize. Take care of this you do.

The time will come when everything will be revealed to people so that many of the young will come to understand.

You know what will happen in the near future. I understand you, but try to let go of it. Nothing of what you know can change anything.

These events must happen and are taking place, so that you will be able to continue working. As you yourself say: Go in peace!

 

—– ooOO – OOoo —–

 

I was going to Germany. I was alone and quite naked.

I got hold of a warm blanket and wrapped it around me. I went past a large building which housed a business with many people working there. I went past another building, a restaurant.

A woman, dressed in yellow with shoulder-length yellow-tinged hair, spoke to me: “I have won a few million and therefore everyone is after to get something from me. People are hounding me.”

I showed with my hands that I did not want anything from her. She changed her attitude and thought everything was fun again.

I continued on, many came and stood around me, me who was only wearing a blanket. I asked a man if I should send a postcard to him from Germany. Yes, he’d like that. Several others wanted postcards too.

I brought some old parking receipts out of a pocket in the blanket and I wrote the names down, their numbers and the like. I then continued on my journey. It was late in the afternoon, it began to get dark. I had a long road ahead of me.

I knew I would go through unexplored land where no one had ever set foot before. It was exciting but scary at the same time. But I had my blanket around me so all would probably be fine.

 

—– ooOO – OOoo —–

 

I saw a man, he was bare-chested, a combustible substance was being rubbed into his skin. They were going to light it to set light to the man. This was absolutely nothing negative, only positive.

I saw a delivery truck. The rear doors were wide open. The tail lift was at its lowest position, on the ground.

The cargo space was completely empty. Two young girls were standing beside the truck. They had a book they were both reading from, happy and elated.

It was as if the truck’s cargo contained this book. And in an abstract way, it was profound, meaningful and enlightening so that the truck became a symbol of how important it was.

 

—– ooOO – OOoo —–

 

During the night I woke up suddenly with these words ringing in my head:
The conditions of adoption were so bad he could not participate in the time.

 

 

—– ooOO – OOoo —–

 

 

The queue was one kilometer long. Those who were in this long line were on the way to the state they once came from. All of these beings had been away from home for eons.

A boy was with them; he was to remain on earth.

A sentence I had previously written about came back to me: The currents of time are compact and continually crossing each other.

 

—– ooOO – OOoo —–

 

I stood in front of a car wash; I didn’t see the car I was going to wash. The entrance was splashed with grit and salt spray. The rubber gaskets were almost eroded with age. The door was very old, very old. I stood there with a hose and tried to flush away this dirt. I hosed it down many times and thought toward the end that it finally became clean.

What’s behind it? What is it now that will come?

 

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You started to speed up your efforts. You know yourself, the acceleration has been unparalleled.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The time will come when everything will be revealed to people so that many of the young will come to understand.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Nothing of what you know can change anything.”  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“I knew I would go through unexplored land where no one had ever set foot before”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Those who were in this long line were on the way to the state they once came from.”