Can you imagine a you in the future? “Sure. I’m gonna be a blue haired lady playing bingo.” No silly, I mean a you outside of this life? “Huh?! Well, that I don’t know about.” What if I told you that you already knew? “You mean I already know.” No, I mean you already KNEW. Do you remember? “Lol. No. Now you’re silly.” Am I? What if I told you the you in the future is actually the you in the past? “Ok. Now I’m completely confused.” Let me explain.
Let’s say, in the past you were a barista, but today you are an engineer. Today you are still that barista. What we perceive as the past is just a point we understand in time. Your memories are still there, so you are still that today. Replay it in your mind. Replay a moment ago. It is the same.
So, what you are going to be and what you were are both the same. “Wait. What I’m going to be? How can that be the same as what I was?” Well, what if you go back to work as a barista tomorrow? Then you would be what you were, while also being someone who was an engineer. Maybe later you choose to be an engineer again. You would then find yourself in a now as an engineer. Wait, are you an engineer now or a barista?
What if you got into a car wreck and forgot all about engineering, suffering amnesia. Everyone is telling you that you are an engineer, but all you can remember is being a barista. You would only know what you know. “Ok, now you’re being silly again.” Am I?
Do you remember being an angel? “Huh?! I’m still at barista.” Lol. It is ok. When we are done with blue hair and bingo, what comes next is something special. Maybe, just maybe, we remember and believe before the last number is called. For the names we know of angelic call somewhere someone has memorized. A disguise of sorts, somewhat like the human port, is a granting for thee seeking. If one finds themselves under the sky of earthly dwell, just know all is swell.
For being a Metatron is like all others, a Michael, a Faith, a brother called Gabriel, and a sister named Mary. Who has taken these names while upon the mother? Go down the list and see for yourself, their virtues speak their reason. What would a brotherhood or a sisterhood bestow upon their kind? A desire to do and find, to use their mind in kind?
A neighborhood, a city, a state, a country, a continent, a planet, a solar system, a galaxy, a universe, who is to look after such a verse? A call to arms is put out, an opportunity did shout. Roles galore and appointments made, the mirror on Earth shows the infinite cascade. “I can be that?!” Yes, it was once said by countless souls. You can be that, and more.
An Ariel, not one, but many be. A Raphael, an army is he. A Michael, his sword is not but one. A Metatron, its meta means many. These gifts are given to those who be. Do you be to see these words before thee? Then know your future and past, you won’t be the last. The christophian mystery will be known enmass.
Metatron. Seraphim. Watchers. Creators. Universal. Time Lords. Angel? The English language does not do justice, but it just is and will suffice. It is time to know what other’s smite. It’s translation is of protective love. Everyone on Earth is involved, there is much push and shove.
The electric ones, they surround us all. Their colors are of the rainbow’s call. Watchers, seers, and children they are, all of them witnessing our learning not far. For they are in training just like we. They need to be close so they can see. What we do and what we say, these children of light watch their future play. Their teachers accompany to guide their views as what they witness they too will do. On up the ladder the roles do go, the unimaginable forgotten in learnings big show.
Cameras are rolling, if one could but see. Eyes of all kinds “ophanin” they be. What we do now and did and will do, is just a classroom for others to view.
Graduation is not the vocation, but the promise. It is already. You are and have been and will be. Worry be gone from thee. Live love’s moment with glee. Within you it be. You are me, a metatron thee be. A Metatron are we. The before and the after, a family of stars I see.
Zoltan Blue 