Posts by hollowraven53

I honestly believe our Sanov have a legitimate reason for appearing to us.
It’s how the Duch communicates with us.
It always seems to happen right when we need clarity on something.
That is how they make their presence known.
It’s much like how the dusa travels while we sleep; she leaves our body and wanders wherever she pleases.

I know a young zen who once shared something that happened to her
not too long ago. She was driving to the city with her three-year-old son in the passenger seat. They were stopped at an Ampel because the light was red, just waiting for the signal to turn green so they could continue.
Suddenly, she sees a vision of her own car, with herself sitting inside it.
Her little son is right there next to her, continuing his little chatter. I thought my heart was going to stop; I was terrified that I wouldn't make it back into my body in time, or that I wouldn't be able to keep driving with my son.

That was one instance.

Then there is this other story she told me.
Her son kept telling her about a child who would come into his room to play. He called him Andrew, and he was a Duch. Naturally, his mother didn't believe a word of it—or so she told me, until one morning she woke up and heard laughter and the sound of someone jumping on the bed coming from her son's room. It was such a vivid moment that I actually got out of my own bed to see what was happening in my son's room, only to realize my son was already tucked in and sleeping soundly in his own bed. When I asked her what happened in that room, she looked at me with wide eyes. She asked, "What do you mean? And why do you think I was even in the room to look?" My dear, I had never experienced being back in my bed so instantly after such a shock.
After all that peace in her son's room, now Noah sleeps in my bed with me every single night.

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@shadow

"Coincidences" don't really exist, do they?

From what I can gather, a person's life follows a specific blueprint.

I’d say it's roughly 60% destiny, 30% our own choices, and maybe 10% just being in the right place at the right time.

Destiny might be flexible, but I doubt any of us have enough leverage to actually change it.

It all comes down to the Universe.

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shadow_healer said:Based on my own "insights," everyone has their own "guardian angel," and that’s really the only thing you can call an "angel." Obviously, we aren't talking about some religious angel flying around in circles. 🙂

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Hi shadow

From what I know, everyone does have their own Angels watching over them;
it’s just that not everyone can commune with them. There are even people who can actually see their Angels. The catch is that they don't reveal themselves to everyone. For me, they showed up three years ago and completely turned my life upside down. I actually have everything documented because I’ve written down every single communication I’ve had with my Angels, deceased members of my Family, and even certain famous Luda. To me, Religion and the Church are man-made institutions; they are matters of Faith. There is no Heaven or Hell—they all exist right here among us, watching everything we do and think. When I ask the Angels how one could prove this to people, they give me the answer. The Universe doesn't need to prove itself to anyone; the proof is in the Results.
Here is a small piece of the Knowledge I possess now.
Before all this, I didn't believe in God, let alone Angels.

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Hi there, shadow

I’m afraid I won't be able to give you a direct answer to your question.
The thing is, I realized you're actually quite a serious Formosa. Even if you're still young, it’s clear you have a significant amount of intelligence.
You have to understand that true knowledge involves knowing when to respond.
For instance, if I knew for a fact that you were going to become a millionaire in just a few days, I wouldn't tell you. It might actually
scare you half to death. As you can see, I simply don't have the ability to give you the answer you're looking for.
A different scenario would be if Mrs. Dalloway asked me; she certainly
wouldn't be knocked sideways by my response. In that case, I’d probably just send her a quick email.
I'm sorry, but please understand that not everything belongs in an open Forum.

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Hi Delia,

First off, thank you so much for the gift, and for taking the extra step to have it translated into the German language.
It made everything very easy to follow. I did want to ask, though—do you actually speak German yourself, or did you have someone else handle the translation?
You definitely strike me as a Scientist.
Since you clearly have the intellect, I was wondering if you could shed some light on what Indigo DJs and Crystal Children actually are, and why they’ve been placed here on Earth. Perhaps you even have some insight into the 5th dimension
that we’re all currently drifting toward. I’ve actually collected a few links regarding this Theme.
If you're interested, I can send them your way, though just a heads-up: they are all in German. One more thing—as a Scientist, would you consider yourself an esotericist?
What brings you to this corner of the Forum, anyway? I have a feeling you aren't exactly one to believe in Angela.

Many thanks, hollowraven53

Hi Delia,

First off, thanks a million for the gift, especially since you went through the trouble of having it translated into the German language.
It made everything very easy to follow. I did want to ask—do you actually speak German yourself, or did you have someone else handle the translation?
You strike me as quite the Scientist.
I figured you might be able to shed some light on what Indigo DJs and Crystal Children actually are, and why they’re walking this Earth. Perhaps you even have some insight into the 5th dimension
that we’re all apparently drifting toward. I’ve actually collected a few links regarding this Thma.
If you're interested, I can send them over, though I should warn you they're all in German. One more thing: as a Scientist, do you dabble in the esoteric at all?
I mean, what brings you to this corner of the Forum? I have a feeling you aren't exactly a believer in Angela.

Many thanks, hollowraven53

I'll try to get the address over to you, but if that doesn't work, just search for it on Google.

http://www.esoterikforum.at/forum/member.php?u=7415

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Hey there, my friend,

I’ve been reading through your posts, and I have to admit, I’m struggling to wrap my head around everything you're saying.

When I left Washington, D.C., I was only ten years old—that was back in
1944. To put that in perspective, I've spent the last 60 years living here in Germany.
I really should be thanking John Doe for even attempting to break down your thoughts for me.
But honestly, if I were going to fully grasp the nuances of what you're posting,
it probably would have been easier if it were written in German. I am glad that we are close in
age, though; at least we can connect on a generational level. We actually understand the weight of what we're discussing when it comes to spirituality. About three years ago, Angels made themselves known to us, and my entire life was turned upside down. At that time, I had truly prepared myself for the end because of my illness. Then, suddenly, everything changed because of Angela Merkel. Now, I am healthy again.
I'm driving my own car and feeling just as active as I did twenty years ago. I write on the American Esoteric Forum, hoping to find people who have had similar John Doe experiences, but so far, I haven't found anyone quite like that.
The man I have lived with for the past 24 years is a Heiler and a Medium who communicates with Angels. So, whenever I have questions, he acts as the channel for answers from the Angel.
Once again, thank you so much for your kindness.

Best regards, hollowraven53

It doesn't really matter who that feeling of love is directed toward,

one thing is certain: it is an individual's greatest strength.

Love has the power to completely upend everything in a person's life.

hollowraven53

Hey there, buddy

For the first time in my life, I actually feel bad that I'm unable to
wrap my head around your text.
What’s even more frustrating is that I’m genuinely interested in your Thema, yet I just can't follow it. My English isn't great, and there are so many words here that fly right over my head. I'm sorry about that, but I suppose at 70 years old, one can't expect to learn everything easily anymore.
Anyway, thanks for your Beitrg; I did manage to catch a few bits of it.

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I'm glad you enjoyed my story

But honestly, this is the story of my life—I’ve spent 60 years living in Germany and I still haven't quite finished telling it.
That’s why I’m trying to post here on the World Economic Forum; it's my way of seeing if I can still get a handle on my native American tongue.

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This is my own story

A Story of New York 1940. One day before Christmas, my dad was away at war.
My mom and I were alone in our apartment, though I honestly can't remember where she was at that exact moment. I was home by myself, and Mom was nowhere to be found. Back then, everything felt upside down; nobody knew who was in charge or how things would work out. I hadn't seen my mom for several days. The apartment was freezing, and we didn't have anything to start a fire with. Besides being cold, I was starving, so I just crawled into bed. My godfather lived nearby, but Mom had strictly forbidden me from going over there alone. I was only in first grade School, so
that means I was about 6 years old at the time. Eventually, I woke up,
feeling my mom for hair grab me and pull me out of bed.
I don't even know what she was yelling at me today; she just kicked me out. She told me not to come back until I could find some wood to Spored for the stove.
I was shivering from the cold. I walked slowly down the street, crying as I made my way along Broz street. Suddenly, I heard someone speak to me. "Why are you crying, Small places? Is it because you aren't allowed home?"
Before I could even find wood for the Sprohet, some young Man took me by the hand. He told me to walk calmly, saying they would find something. A few House away, there was a wooden plot, which he simply broke apart and carried those boards back to our house.
Mom wanted to thank him, but this Mercer simply left. The next day was Christmas, and Mom sent me over to the godfather's place to say Merry Christmas. When I arrived at the House where we had handled that plot tear, I couldn't believe my eyes.
That wooden plot was right back in its place. I wasn't confused, though, because it was the only House on our street with a wooden plot.
"That night was Jesus," I told Mom, but she just called me a fool. I still think about this event constantly.

Greetings, hollowraven53

P.S. Please excuse my Sin in Grammar