CHAPTER 14
ENTERING THE V3.0 ZONE…
AND GET ALL THIS ONTO THE NET…
Oups! Just realiZed that 3.0 is the title of a song from Marie Mai, a Québec artist who was discovered a local version of The Voice called “Star Académie” ... My angels didn’t consider the fact that we have copyright laws here on earth! I’ll therefore add a “LOL” after it, darn, I’ll have to change each and every mention of it in my book and on the Web. Oopsy! More work for me…
She was from the very first season. I remember hearing her sign “I’m going to learn How to fly!” a Capella a song she just invented there over the music of Fame, (when the judges told her, live on her front porch, that she was going to be part of the show), well I knew right then that she would be a Star on the Québec music scene...
(I learnt later the real definition of the expression 3.0. I am blonde when it comes to technology because for me, it meant everything encompassed by the net and overall communications. LOL).
This “mission” we were given is way larger, I realized humbly then, and of a much higher purpose that either of us, and for once I am now over dramatizing.
See, I really feel that, in my case, there cannot be a worse representative of the beyond world than me to reveal this message to the world. I hope my brother has super powers or we are in trouble, I say.
I can’t be the one they wanted to convey this message of the utmost importance I thought, the first time I read my “masterpiece”. What I wrote is pure rubbish, I was sick, it was my first draft…
But after this or those archangels (when I was pushed back on my chair, I would have sworn that they were more than one!).
But what do I know, I never arm wrestled with an angel before?
But what was written of that page, I know I didn’t write, THEY DID!
No, I realized immediately that those who wrote through me that day weren’t the usual angels that visited me normally but I later found they were THE 3 BIG ARCHANGELS from the bible.
After that day, I remember that everything had changed, as if we moved into second gear, or third.
For example, soon after that day, I went to the local Brasserie with my cousin Myriam and my friend for dinner (a local singer/comedian called JC Lauzon performed that day... [one of my friends knew his wife, well the one he had that time…].
Before leaving, we decided to have a séance at my parent’s house.
Well, I guess they still had stuff to tell us because…right after we placed our orders, the table decided to lift straight up from the ground and then fell down!
Straight up, a square table lifting straight up, totally square.
And these tables were massive and made of heavy wood, oak or something. I went back there with my brother and his son when they visited us from Australia, as a matter of fact and the same tables were still there. My brother didn’t know the story so I told him: “let’s lift the table straight up”.
Well, he is quite strong and his 6’4” friend was there too and we couldn’t do it the way it happened on that day… (Oops! By now the whole Brasserie went up in flames!).
Believe me, that day, we ate quickly and left in a hurry (sorry J.C. but couldn’t stay for the whole show…).
Way too scared for that.
Still, not as scared as the time we were at Julie’s house... She was trying to fill ordinary drink glasses with her generic version of Cola from the tiny supermarket next door (I have stopped drinking cola all together since then actually),
when the glass decided to START JUMPING AWAY!
NOT SLIDING, HOPING AWAY (and yes, we checked, there was no water on the bench, damn!).
We really freaked out that time.
Oh, and weeks before, her rocking chair decided to stop suddenly from rocking… IN THE FORWARD POSITION!
As if someone was behind to push on it to keep it forward!
Still, yesterday was different to all those, let’s say, “manifestations. If there are people who read this book who do perform “inspired writing”, you will most certainly understand what I am talking about. When spirits of deceased individuals speak to us, normally it is soft, weightless on your fingers.
But yesterday…
When THEY wrote these five simple words: There is us after this...
It’s like they fell, one full word at a time.
I cannot explain it. I write letter by letter normally, but a full word,
I cannot do.
It felt like I was giving birth to each word, one at the time. I said it before. But what I didn’t say, because, at the time it was way too intense, is the total sense of plenitude and grace that I felt right after. And these words are still not powerful enough to convey what I felt just then.
Oh, let’s try right-click... synonyms: protection, benediction, blossoming, exaltation… Getting there.
Dammit, but why do I write so poorly?
I do so many mistakes.
The local government stuffed up when they kept on reforming the education system to help the base. We even started doing crossword puzzles in class, really? Mistakes stopped counting. They had to promote effort and imagination, not actual results… I was great up to “Secondaire 5” (year 12).
Then, they decided to take away -5 points for every mistake! I panicked. Now, my son lived another reform movement. I was in no way capable to help him with his grammar poor kid…
So, since I haven’t learned all the big words, unlike your President dear neighbours, and I don’t want to use the one’s that the new breed of stand-up comics use either) so I will try to explain, from the bottom of my heart, what I really felt that day because the message that I received is prophetically important… Brother, help me!