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The Pepperman and the Ancient World of Wisdom the Conclusion

BEING ABLE TO SEE MY OWN ENERGY, MY OWN FREQUENCY FROM INSIDE OUT AND OUTSIDE IN AT THE SAME TIME, FELT AND SEEMED NORMAL. I COULD FEEL THE ENERGY. I WAS THE ENERGY. I AM THE ENERGY, THE FREQUENCY. I AM WHOLE, I AM ONE WITH THE UNIVERSE INSIDE THE UNIVERSE I AM MANY. FOLLOWING MY OWN FREQUENCY BACK IN TIME, I AM MANY LIFE TIMES. THE SAME ENERGY EVOLVING, LIFE TIME AFTER LIFE TIME. I TRAVELED BACK IN TIME AT THE SPEED OF LIGHT. ONE HUNDRED EIGHTY SIX THOUSAND MILES PER SECOND. 5.865696 TRILLION MILES PER LIGHT YEAR. I TRAVELED BACK NEARLY 28 HUNDRED LIGHTS YEARS. AND WITNESSED MY FIRST BIRTH. I SAW MY SELF BEING BORN INTO THIS UNIVERSE FOR THE FIRST TIME. I WAS THERE IN A SMALL 1 ROOM HOUSE WITH A DOOR WAY BUT NO DOOR. IT HAD A SMALL WINDOW, WITH NO COVER OR GLASS. LOOKING OUT THE WINDOW, I KNEW I WAS FACING THE EAST. IT WAS VERY EARLY MORNING. THE SUN WAS ABOUT TO RISE. I WAS STANDING ON A DIRT FLOOR. I WAS STANDING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROOM. THERE WAS A YOUNG MAN. HIS PREGNANT WIFE AND A MID WIFE. I COULD SEE AND HEAR THEM. THEY COULD NOT SEE OR HEAR ME. I COULD FEEL THEIR ENERGY, THEIR FREQUENCY THEIR BEING. THEY WERE MY MOTHER AND FATHER. I SAW THEM AS ME. I AM THEY AND THEY ARE ONE AS I AM. I COULD SEE THE CROWN EMERGE. AT THE SAME TIME THE NIGHT SKY TRANSITIONED FROM THAT MAGNIFICENT SAPPHIRE BLUE. AS THE SUN BEGAN TO RISE. MY FATHER, WAS SPEAKING IN ANCIENT GREEK. HE WAS PRAYING FOR A PASSAGE INTO THE UNIVERSE. THE MIDWIFE WAS SCREAMING, PUSH.. YOU MUST PUSH. MY MOTHER WAS SCREAMING PLEASE HAVE MERCY ON ME. IT WAS A BEAUTIFUL MOMENT THAT EARLY MORNING. THEY REJOICED AS IF THEY WITNESSED A MIRACLE. MIKHAEL ! MIKHAEL ! MY FATHER PROCLAIMED. HE STOOD IN THE DOORWAY YELLED OUT INTO THE VILLAGE. MIKHAEL OUR SON HAS ARRIVED. MY MOTHER CRIED TEARS OF JOY. THE MIDWIFE SAID, WITH TEARS IN HER EYES, A GIFT FROM GOD IN HIS LIKENESS. I TOOK A STEP FORWARD AND VIEWED MYSELF, SOME 28 HUNDRED YEAR EARLIER. ACCORDING TO THE UNIVERSE, IT WAS THE YEAR 820 B.C. THE CHILD TRIED TO OPEN HIS EYES. IT TOOK A FEW MINUTES. THE MOMENT HE OPENED HIS EYES. I FOUND MYSELF TRAVELING FORWARD IN TIME. MANY INCARNATIONS PASSED BEFORE MY EYES. EACH REINCARNATION I SAW MYSELF SEEKING THE TRUTH. ASKING MYSELF WHO AM I? WHAT AM I? WHERE DID I COME FROM? HOW DID I GET HERE? WHAT AM I DOING HERE? WHERE AM I GOING? HOW AM I GOING TO GET THERE? I WITNESSED EVERY MOMENT OF EVERY LIFETIME. THERE WAS NOTHING MORE BEAUTIFUL THAN MY FIRST BREATH 28 CENTURIES AGO. I FOUND MYSELF STANDING BEFORE THE SAME DOOR I ENTERED. I LOOKED TO MY LEFT. THOSE SAME SPIRITUAL LIKE BEINGS, DRAPED IN WHITE FABRIC THAT SEEMED TO SPARKLE WITH WHAT APPEARED TO BE DIAMOND DUST, STOOD SMILING. AS IF THEY KNEW I WAS ABOUT TO OPEN THAT DOOR AND RETURN TO EARTH. A WORLD WHERE THOUGHTS ARE RESTRICTED. A WORLD WHERE UNDERSTANDING IS LIMITED. A WORLD WHERE IMAGINATION IS UNEXPLORED. I RECOGNIZED EACH AND EVERYONE OF THOSE BEINGS AS MY PARENTS. MY GUARDIANS, MY PROTECTORS. PROTECTING ME FROM THE ENERGIES, AND FREQUENCIES OF EVIL. SHIELDED ME FROM THE DEMONS OF NATURE OVER THE CENTURIES. ALLOWING ME TO REACH THIS POINT AND TIME IN THE UNIVERSE. HELPING ME UNDERSTAND MY BEING. ALLOWING ME TO HELP OTHERS ON EARTH. HELP OTHERS WHO ARE RESTRICTED IN THOUGHT LIMITED IN UNDERSTANDING. AND UNAWARE OF THE POWER OF IMAGINATION. WE SPENT A MOMENT OF UNITY SMILING AT EACH OTHER. SHARING A UNIVERSE OF LOVE, KNOWING, I WOULD ONE DAY RETURN TO JOIN THEM. I WANT TO THANK THE CREATOR OF THE UNIVERSE FOR MAKING THIS JOURNEY POSSIBLE. A SPECIAL THANK YOU TO MANLEY P. HALL AND ALL THE PHILOSOPHERS, WISE MEN, SAGES, TEACHERS WHO GUIDED ME THROUGH, PASSED AND AROUND THE DANGERS ASSOCIATED. I WANT THANK ALL THOSE WHO SURROUND ME AND SHIELD ME FROM THE DEMONS OF NATURE. MICHAEL E. HARRIS 08162018

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