Main Character Perspectiva

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Raven – Part One

 

I was ready to sleep... then I heard the violin playing, slow at first, I had heard it within the past month as well. I thought nothing of it, that it could be gypsy, or vampire related, though what I experienced was that it was Nero playing.

 

I thought for a moment to sing. So in between the notes I left a small note to denote my website.

'I – would-make- a - pic- for- you- to- put- on- the -site- for- business- light.' Then I laughed to my self, it was not re-lyrics like I did for most songs I did or enjoy doing.

 

The tempo increased, then beyond human ability.

 

As the music came to an end. I began to think of Arkansas and of bees, that was went through my minds eye after the music finished, beelzelbub.

 

I've had near sleepless nights before, where my sleep is very interrupted or my thoughts are racing, which I have learned over the years to take jot notes, makes the night seem less of a waste as I have insomnia at least once every three months.

 

First I heard a bee... 'Beelzebub' in a squeaky tight voice... I relaxed slightly, 'oh just a bee' I thought when I google searched and found several versions of photos.

 

Then the bee again...“Can you add an ad to your website...” It made me laugh, I had done a few jokes about 'Chicken Heaven where the parts all came one at a time in the confusion and scramble.; I got to my computer, got a bee picture, then typed the add about the bees going into extinction came the inspiration, that a thousand acres were needed. A few other details... then I shortened it and got my bee public service announcement. Then, since it was Halloween, I changed the bee picture to a few costumes.

 

I thought it diligent to add it to the site while I had time time; then since I still kept sitting up, just, generally uncomfortable; then it was like there was a invisible radio speaker just off to my left. There had been similar instances like this and I always thought it was as if I had left a radio, television on... though I always felt like the person in the next rooms were going to hear the overly loud t.v. or radio channel.

 

It was an ABC North California 2017 New Years Celebration, still months away; It talked, unusually about the Tribes of Israel and the last Zion, but that, not to worry, QuetzalCorp had redefined and clarified scientifically, academically and clarified religiously what this meant for everyone.

 

I thought how selfish it was at first, then a “Why aren't you smiling?” , I thought a second, then stated: “It is only a few months til New Year, so there would be a lot of planning.”

 

Then a short blurb about the “International Officer” and how her husband did not want to be seen around her over an attitude problem.

 

All the way through I felt a discomfort as if I had not eaten right for a few days.

 

 

 

In the middle of this odd feeling I could hear two very distinct things, the first was a recorded calling of a lady inside her vehicle screaming that she was surrounded by bees. She was on her way to a “Jehovah Witnesses” meeting; again I thought “Arkansas”, again with the “bees”; then the background which had been a violin before started with a very specific chant; it did not bother me though... though I could only pick out “...a thousand acres we must keep...”

 

The phrase was repeated over and again, men, women, children, and youth and teens all gathered at a building. A few bees outside. Then back to the woman screaming in her car, its all around the car... “where are you?” the person asked. On my way to the “Jehovah's Witness Meeting”.

 

This went back and forth for an hour, playing out in my mind... the car and bee swarm... then, the Jehovah's Witnesses in their church chanting, though I did not know why...a few bees at first, then several more. While the woman in her vehicle kept telling the emergency number that she was on her way to the “Jehovah's Witness” church.

 

I thought of phoning, even looked up the emergency numbers and the areas specific churches to see I could identify where this was playing.

 

Then, finally, the car crashed into the building, taking out the 200 gathered there.

 

Then, it was a person from France asking about my work concerning Mary Madalene I had sent to an records keeper for verification, but never got an answer, I was not surprised, but, then it sounded like the bee again... but, it was “Mary Magdalene”, or so I thought, something seemed off... I could not, however place it..

 

I thought there was a choking voice, I had at first mistaken for the “bee inspiration”, when she seemed to be saying that she was leaving. It did not make sense... then: “Bon Yoyage” she said as she was leaving to the Heavens, the again, and again, and again; then it had been said a hundred time getting more distant and distract. Then, I could swear it was as if echoing outside and further, I knew it probably was not so, but it was getting farther away. I had a smoke, then tried to go to bed.

 

 

Raven- Part Two

 

The fiddling in the background restarted and it was as if it was replaying in my mind, except, this time it was not Nero playing the fiddle, it was a group as if listening to a microphone on my phone. Though instead of myself being creative and doing jot notes and web searches, there was a person speaking over the music: “I am the devil, come with me.” It said and I was totally oblivious to it: “Sing a song and lets take flight.”

 

'I – would- make -a - pic- for- you- to- put- on- the - site- for- business- light.', though this time I was not laughing at my words. I was glad I chose those words to choose creativity, though it still worried me.

 

The tempo increased, then beyond human ability.

As the music came to an end. I began to think of Arkansas and of bees, that was went through my minds eye after the music finished, this time however,

 

“It is me Raven, I was watching you all night”; while the devil bugged and persuaded in the background to take the negativity from this person. Then, where it came to my misnomer of a bee problem and the costume, It is Beelzebub, nothing about bees, with Raven talking to me and following me this way and that through the whole night.

 

Then, it was Satan in the background, and what I perceived to be an invisible speaker beside me, it was again Raven talking to me while Satan spoke and sang and, yes, the fiddle was still playing all the way through.

 

The group observed the audio in the background through my phone, as I got more agitated and realized what the whole night had actually been about. I was ignoring this person and that was what I had perceived as a person overhearing.

 

The next part was what Raven had presented of herself:

 

It was an ABC North California 2017 New Years Celebration, still months away; It talked, unusually about the Tribes of Israel and the last Zion, but that, not to worry, QuetzalCorp had redefined and clarified scientifically, academically and clarified religiously what this meant for everyone.

 

“Though it was an antecedent of last years fire and brimstone type scenario.” One that I had been writing and researching and updating and that eventually caused me excess though I had budgeted for it, that I had spent I quantified with website product and eventual services.

 

I thought how selfish it was at first, then a “Why aren't you smiling?” , I thought a second, then stated: “It is only a few months til New Year, so there would be a lot of planning.”

 

Though, during this time I was accounting for various yet to do things, not using what I had worked on.

 

Then a short blurb about the “International Officer” and how her husband did not want to be seen around her over an attitude problem.

 

Was Raven's Husband denying her, having watched her do what she had just done.

 

All the way through I felt a discomfort as if I had not eaten right for a few days, then the woman who was in the car was Raven, and she was being swarmed by negativity and heading towards Heaven. What had to happen was an intervention so that the stratification was not contaminating.

 

The people who were in the church were the ascended trying to avoid being judged along with this incoming swarm of negativity.

 

It was at this time I had been checking the constellations as part of an ongoing identification of Heaven's Heavens rather than a property law and property rights Heavenly Places Heaven.

 

The stratification had rejected this Raven, and I watched on my skytracker to see where this ascended spirit was heading, it was not Cassiopeia as had been determined earlier as YHWH and Jesus Christ's Heaven, but towards Draco, and as a last stratification from there, was rejected and was to retell what had been of misinterpretation, though what the Final Judgment was I do not know.

 

 

Raven Project

 

In the review of the DAF, Delayed Audio Frequency, satellite system, it seems more of a non-panic inducing term for the EBS, the Emergency Broadcast System satellite system and though while this may be publicly seen, on whole, as a backwards step the research of QuetzalCorp has compiled and decompiled a lot of data concerning these rare glimpses into the the unseen world of frequencies and static, radio waves and spectrums, that when understood how these interact or interfere with each other the Interface's Integrative Frameworks.

 

The forgotten and dusted over perceptions of this technology has very interesting applications, but also even more consequences. For instance, the United Nations utilization of “forms of pulling into ones sight” in policy or policy exploit is one of the major factors of the fallibility of any country, especially where discernment is not properly present.

 

The observance of such things can easily cause or exacerbate what is known as a “dark age” demonic possession, a heightened gratuity that started and culminated over many years since Nero's Rome where “world without end” policy exploits began so many years ago, and therefore too, worldviews can cause a lot of trouble where there necessarily need not be, therefore to compliment the previous “Right to Remain Silent” and the “Oath to Order”, QuetzalCorp is happy to extend into another area, called “You may have Assumption One, Two or Three.” and while untested yet, it may cover some unchecked balances.

 

So, one may ask, did this system of the Emergency Broadcast System activate? That goes back to the question of Low Frequency Communication, and the use of “boasts of trespassing” and “justice of what is written”. As for High Frequencies, those unfortunately don't seem to do what they once did, though that is probably an adjustable property or variable from constants outside the “time of renewal” and its accompanying “blessing the world” otherwise known as “international stress and pressure transference”; the most unfortunate thing about this is that stress and pressure transference is usually done by previous institutional psychological understanding of communication and a better understanding of colonization.

 

The effect of such a technology is the possibility. That perceptions can be 50/50 has a “Orson Wells radio broadcast, 'War of the Worlds' type of misinterpretation. Further, that a low frequency communication contamination is occurring while older versions of the past “international stress and pressure transference” are still misunderstood of “property rights and property laws” of the three dimensions being Family, Religion, and Institutions, and in some places the Forth Dimension of Entertainment and an awful resentment of business limitations of these four dimensions.

 

In closing, the necessity to be able to research in the arts field that fills in for officiates before extending into science is all about completion and sufficiency.

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