Death Came Suddenly
A few days ago, a dear friend of us died and it has hit me very hard. It came out of the blue, a truck drove into the side of her car, an accident created by herself. She was dead immediately and by a miracle, our our other best friend on the passengers seat was, aside from a few scratches, unharmed.
The next two days happened both in slow motion and fast forward. I was alone when I heard the news from my wife. She and my daughter actually stayed at our friends house that night and nearly went into the car themselves. But my wife decided to stay in bed instead. I don't want to think about what else could have happened.
The emotions and the drama boiled up at the reception on the same evening, meeting her three children in tears and finding comfort in each others arms, joined by hundreds of friends, crying for a person, that was the central social hub of our life. She was so full of love and life, that she easily gathered people around her. And they all came to say good-bye.
I didn't sleep much that night and on the next morning we went into the church to bury her. This was the first time I have ever seen a catholic ceremony like this in a rather large church, as it is tradition here in Costa Rica. To me, this was cruel, as neither were my dead friend, nor am myself religious. I used to have conversations about occult numerology and she would listen to me like few others. Hearing the priests talking about Pope Francis, while doing all his ritual magic work wrapped into Christian symbolism, as my friend was lying in a box in front of him, made me even more upset. Hence, I watched the ceremony from the sidelines, at the very far back of the church, feeling both stupid and proud about that decision.
Reflecting About Death and 8/11
From here I could continue writing about the tragedy and pain of myself and all the others. But you get. We lost a beloved one. Most people did at some point. To me it was something new, as I have never lost a close friend like this before. The tragic irony is how it reminds of my work, which I have been doing the past year: decoding the cabbalistic numerology and especially gematria of the elites, which is used by them all the time and points to August 11 in a mind-boggling way. A day, that is all about death.
I am not going into details about all my work here, as it is well documented on my Steem blog, if you scroll down my wall a little bit. You will find dozens of posts about that topic, as the connections seem to be countless. The few nuggets that relate to this personal story of mine are as follows:
August 11 can be written 11/8, in most countries around the world. That is death in Gematria, using the cipher that applies rules from the Hebrew gematria to the Latin alphabet. It is the most important one in my studies. Fitting, as much of the coding seems to indicate exactly that through a sacrificial ritual which is about to come.
Whatever you might think about that (chances are very little), to me this has become very meaningful. It certainly is to the people who orchestrate shootings, natural disasters, wars and the entire main stream media agenda based on Kabbalah magic. You don't have to believe in that world view. But it is pretty clear that they do.
They know everything about all of us, so I am not afraid to share this with you:
On August 11, I will turn 38 years and 308 days. In numerology, that gives us a double 38.
Well, 38 is the number of death in the English Ordinal cipher, where ABC is 123.
All my research has been about Kabbalah and its practices with Astrotheology.
It is also the number of Abaddon aka Apollyon in Greek, King of the underworld, from Revelation 9:11.
And of course, Bible itself fits the bill as well:
I knew all of that for a while now and with August 11 being a bit more than a week away, the death of my friend has hit me so much harder, as it feels like a foreshadowing of things to come. I do believe in some similar things as the Illuminati (replace the name for whatever, we all know what we are talking about here). For example that we manifest thoughts into reality and co-create our creatrix. So I am concentrating on good things, life, love and a true golden future (not the one that the Bush, Clinton, Obama and Trumps are having wet dreams about).
Conclusion
There is much to do, much to learn, much to teach, much to heal. I am not ready to leave this world behind yet and I will work hard to become a better person. I am glad to be alive at this point and I am planning to see the next four blood moon Tetrad in '32-'33, when once more, one of them will fall on my birthday. This reality is all weird and mystical and nothing is at it seems at first, second or third look. Forces are at work, that are beyond the imagination of most people. Let's hope I was wrong with my decode and 8/11 comes and goes like any other day. At this point, I just want to get it over it.
Abracadabra - "I will create as I speak"
I'm sorry to hear about the loss of your friend. It can be very tragic and difficult. Life is a precious gift one that I've come to value each and every day. I'm wishing you all the best.
Sorry for your loss .. my thoughts are with you.
No words, no action can make the pain less, so sorry for this. I know how it feels, had the simliar some years ago
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ive been hearing a lot about august tentth and eleventh lately lol
sorry about your friend flauwy
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