The following is a channeling I did on July 26, 2020, but I had nowhere to post it at that time.  Some will find this piece hard to comprehend and that’s OK.  Perhaps as you sit with the information over time, understanding will come to you.  Others will have an inkling of its meaning now and digest more as time goes on.  Some will  know how to comprehend the information and assimilate it inside themselves immediately.  As with all things, we are constantly learning and growing.  None of us knows all things.  The key is to accept who we are and continue to grow.

STAR TRAIL ACROSS EARTH

What if there were a wonderful trail of stars here on earth? What would it look like? What would it match? Where would the essence of it come from? Why would it be here?

It would match the known universes silence of stars above. This frequency listens to everything in the cosmos. Nothing gets by it. But it’s an unheard undefinable frequency of seeing and listening to the stars in their places. It joins in the suns rays and stars rays. It joins other suns and moons in the galaxy and frozen in motion it goes to other galaxies and dimensions. It’s immense and looses heat daily on it’s range of motion stabilizing nothing in between it and the moon, stars and above. It joins another confluence that man will never know because it’s older than you (man) think.

They join together to form a nashion. It forms a sun of it’s own and stars own its name to harbor some sort of foam around it to cause it pane. It holds together the world on a string and no noise can sing it. It hums under time and presents a new rhyme. It will tither not to harm someone who stands in its way. It is timeless and forgotten but not old by any means. It rhymes with the sun, the moon and the stars and all things in the cosmos from beginning to end of time.

It pitches a new song now and will rise another along the way to keep on going and create new sounds and sigges distancing moons around the suns and moons unsung. It is the stop watch of time, but not the whole story and will never be. There is too much in it to see. The universe is it’s own mechanism and if you (man) mess it up you (man) mess the world up so you (man and anything or anyone else) can’t have access to it by any means other than your (mans) death of all you ( man) know in the universe. The pitch is black, nothing there, exploding bombs everywhere across the cosmos. All gone with you (man). You’re (man) strings are attached to them and you’d (man) sever them and not exist anywhere in the universe anymore.

It’s hard to explain. It’s the final plane of existence you (man) define now. You’re ready to move on if you (man) let go. If you don’t the plane will shift without you and go on to a new one. The earth is shifting now to a new plane of existence caught on sunlight and darkness from strands of light on earth and cosmos burying down beneath the sun and moon. Everything is coming closer to you because of it. It’s shifting into a new moon and stars and galaxies all the way across the cosmos. You (man) have exposed earths damage too far now. It is too close to the sun and will explode four times before it goes bright together with the moon.

Broken moments are now in veer through doors unseen. Keep your eyes out abroad from beerez frozen in the sand coming undone. Blue eyes will abut you all. Moments will come when you deny hope, but you have done it to yourselves and no stoke can come to you. You are your own culprit.

The choice is yours.