What do you do when the reflection in the mirror is… unrecognizable … when it is not whom you thought you were? What do you do when the circumstances begin to change in a well-orchestrated assembly put together in tangible display for recognition that there is much more to the face in the mirror… When you go to bed with the understanding that tomorrow you will wake up a little different… again, more a kin to the true nature of your own reality? You begin to realize day by day that your story is much bigger than the life you are living.
What do you do when you suddenly realize that there is something… a force… a greater force watching you… watching over you? You begin to realize that the control is not your own. You start to understand that there is a pace to which these circumstances unfold serving as markers and indicators… as trigger points for the purpose of sparking a remembrance, reversing that retrograde type amnesia bestowed upon you. Sub-sequential reflections shift to epiphanies clarifying reality as a mere layer of existence in totality.
What do you do when these unseen forces begin to present themselves and you know full well that you are not losing grip on sanity and it becomes clear that THEY are not leaving or rather have THEY never left?… becoming clear that after healing me of the scars of life, the game changed. The new directive is changing the reality around me to suit the face in the mirror better. So what do you do?… You listen. You write.
I chose to retire at the prime of my career with the rank of Detective for the most recognizable law enforcement organizations worldwide when the changes started taking place. I went from what was my psychic secret to a mediumistic reality that bled into my work life. The walk between two worlds became too strong to detour. Dreams tinkered with timelines, becoming an orchestration of days past and to come.
Why are you watching me?… Or should I say watching over me? Why this manipulation of time and reality? How are my worlds colliding and who are you that is named ENLIL, that comes for me and claims me as your daughter Unnak? How could I have looked into unfamiliar eyes and felt a love I have never felt before? I am guessing there is much to reveal Father, or you would not have come… So I will listen, and I will write.
On this site, I will be sharing the journey of my life, and past, present, and future events as it is presented to me.... this cognitive recall takes me back full circle… to the beginning… The Alpha.
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