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Message Subject ET ANGELS TO EARTH: Do You Wish That We Show Up?
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Eve asked me to post here her French text (next post), I put below its English Google translation version, about the Third Contact with Christ on OCT 4 2021. It will allow you to better figure out how things works, and what to wait for the future. Enjoy.


The Third Contact With Christ.
By Eve Marchal.


I am expected. I am asked. Today is October 4, 2021. It is by a subtle, but imperious call, that I know that the Heaven has something to tell me, something to let Eric and me know.


I can't ignore it. The call is physically invasive. At the level of the solar plexus, a tension sets in, similar to a rope stretched above the navel, which pulls, which pulls more and more, internally. No more possibility of busying myself with daily tasks, I have to rest, to meditate, and to consciously leave my body, abandoned on the armchair. If I resist, the tension builds so much, it becomes almost "sickening."

I just have to let myself go, let myself be guided. Who calls me? Who has something to say? It's the surprise. At the other end of the "rope", of the communication wire, I recognize a Mounian.


- "Go see Him. He's waiting for you on the hill".


Who? What hill is it? No details. It must be obvious to me. The 'who' in question is. Everything about Him is breathed into this phrase. I recognize His vibration, His signature. The hill remains a mystery.


- "But first go to see the Generals. They are waiting for you".


The last time I was expected by the Generals was in 2003. I don't think I've had any other appointments since then. My conscience hastens to pace the corridor leading to their offices. I know this area of the ship very well. I go to the right. I have the office of the Generals. If I continue straight ahead, then to the left, I come across the temple where I met Christ for the first time, in this life, during a meeting that seemed very solemn to me.

Many extraterrestrial races awaited, in a religious silence, the appearance of the Chief. This is how I felt what Christ represented for all these beings that I saw, or whose presence I could only feel, so much did they evolve in densities of time far superior to those in which my consciousness, gone from my body. was evolving.


If I don't go into the temple, I go straight ahead. There is my sector of heart. The children were born there, grew up there, were educated, learn, exchange, have fun. In a sector of the vessel more to the right is a small space where I happen to meet the Grand Spiritual Master of the Mounians.

I'm still amazed when I am in front of him. His body is pierced with beams of light, like multiple laser beams that come out of him and illuminate him like a star. His eyes are even more surprising: although they are shaped like all those of his race, of his family, large, almond-shaped, his are not black, with no irises visible, but I see deep inside like the brilliant facets of a raw amethyst. And these facets shine with a life of their own.


This Master gave me a huge gift, one day. He put his long hand on my forehead, and my consciousness immediately propelled itself to the plane of the Father. I was with Him. I was Him. He was me, but we were billions of conscious beings at the same time being all that.

So many answers to so many questions not yet asked. So many billions of life journeys, evolutions of consciousness shared in a fraction of a second. Galaxies within foreheads' reach. The whole Universe comprehensible, accessible, although infinite, in perpetual creative movement.

I would have liked not to move anymore, to remain coiled there, in the middle of this abundance of fraternity, but it was not my time. I still have far too much work to do on myself to deserve access to this plane of existence where individual desire no longer has a place, where the joy of Being with the Father, of Being in consciousness a part of Him, in constant intimacy, is enough to be infinite and joyful bliss.


But for now, back to the Generals' office. Briefing on what will happen in the neighborhood after we leave. Light armored vehicles will crisscross the area, a crowd of scientists will be busy. Brief visions, very precise, all this in a short time. Then comes the sentence:


- "Go see him. He's waiting for you on the hill".

I dare to ask:

- “Which hill are you talking about?”

- "You will see".


But they know that all I have to do is concentrate on the person I am looking for to find Him, here or elsewhere, so there's no need to specify.

I understand that I would have no other clues. I leave them and my consciousness flies to "HIM".

"HE" is there, on top of a hill that is part of a group of other hills. I know that I am entering into the mental creation of Christ, because nowadays everything is different. The human buildings are everywhere.

He sees me "coming". I feel that he waited for me. But I didn't know I was awaited. I hadn't received any invitation to travel in consciousness. I had taken a little time before sitting down in my chair to meditate.


- "We are on the Golgotha. End and Beginning".


These two sentences resonate in my mind. I feel like I could also write 'End is Beginning'.


I am following his gaze. I see in the hollow of the hills a soft, uncertain, fragile being, and a group of black, sticky balls, which remind me as much of grapes as of sticky fuel oil. These balls descend on the white being, alone, fragile.

They engulf him in a kind of frantic combat. I liken them to cancer, disgusting and fatal. When they detach themselves from him and pursue their path towards another white being, the being has lost his spiritual light, his lightness, his faith. His values are changed. A short time later, nothing distinguishes him from the others.


- "What do you see?", he asks me.

- “I see despair. Hope is extinguished. Too little light, too much shadow and baseness, spinelessness”.

- "You see the same thing as me. Prepare your stuff”, he said to me, “we are leaving".


I look at Him now. He stands straight in front of me. I perceive Him, feel Him as a King, no, like THE KING of heaven. I realize that He holds in his "hand" the future of our civilization, and of us all. He is Almighty.

I also feel that He is determined to take action, that nothing, no one, will hinder Him. He can no longer bear what He sees, He can no longer bear what we have become, He is going to put an end, in violence for many of us, to this corrupt civilization in which faith, humility, benevolence are no longer the values taught with pride.

His whole being stiffened. His will is steel. I find myself feeling relieved. I am not His enemy, and I congratulate myself on having followed His path during all my lives, because I would not want to be on the wrong side of the fence.

His Justice, I feel with all my being, will be formidable and merciless. Nothing will stop Him, no human or inhuman force will be able to get in the way of His Will. I was so lucky to have had the courage to follow His path, and not run afoul of Him in any way. It is on this thought that we separate.

Eve Marchal
 
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