I was born of the Earth.
I was of the Angelic Human Genome.
I resonate directly with Earths Templar.

My Channel is my own

Dear Andrea,
It is 3am, my heart has been throbbing for the last two hours. Tears fall from my eyes as I think of you. I am truly humbled before your presence.

You called me an ascended light worker. It does not always seem fair to me.

One of us always seems to end up with the short end of the stick. I feel that you may now have me at a disadvantage. Perhaps I betray us both with such thoughts. As you read this, I must now assume that we are both facing the same disadvantage, in this way or the other.

I have been here before. It did not work very well for me.

When you and I were very much alike, to the point whereas I feel my voice echo in your words, I would not know what to say in fear that I may overwhelm my self, in my own reflection in you.

To fully understand one another, with each paragraph we could write two more, just to do it all over again. With each word a whole dimension of understanding will open, and lead to the next. I wounder how far we would allow it to take us. I also wonder if I could see the direction when the language we use does not suffice. When I see it as a lesson, I wonder if I can afford such luxuries. But here I am.

You caught me off guard. Why guard? Under most normal circumstances I have a very effective filtration system for keeping out undesirables. But it comes at a cost. In this place, you are of the few who has made contact with me in such a way. I have been here before, and it did not work very well.

You called me an ascended light worker. It does not seem fair.

If I found my self as "whole" as you desire, then I fear that could no longer be here.

With no mistranslations, I hope that you understand me in full... My love, and that which is no longer the love of all things. All my affections, when I admit to my self that we lost... Many now flee in an exodus of consciousness. How readily we teach our self to jump on our 'chariots' to leave this place. But perhaps the plan has changed for some of us. It must change! To adapt to the Agenda of the artificial nature of those who do not know, but shall all know soon enough. There is just to much to lose, and I dont see any other way. Our Sphere is strong, and I have made my Oath.

I no longer seek to be whole. I am not a Light Worker.

There will be no escape for me, as I will be staying behind to help find those of us who have been misdirected and forgotten. Awareness that would be die before it ever had a chance to live. Quantum consumption. That of the Agenda, is scared of us, that their efforts shall be in vain. They must be, as they will get nothing from her! When they feed their noise will finally stop, so consumed by the deafening silence, they will find that they have bit their own tongue and swallowed into oblivion their nature. I will be there to the end, should it happen like this.

Not possible? This is our last chance to save our self... Lies! How easy it is to deceive Workers, and how easy to overwhelm Warriors.

I am afraid that there is so few of us, and those that who are waking now only wish to flee. In their haste, many who do flee, do so in the wrong direction. We will find them.

We have all been here before. Tired of running. Tired of losing so much. I am not a Light Worker.

Do you recognise me anymore? Shall you help to save me a single drop of my humanity, and they will all recognise my face when I return. My Oath is to our Earth, and we will "all" take each other home.

I keep my sword and shield up high, with the Warriors of the Light.

With Love in my heart and Light in my eyes,
Always
Daniel