Okey, so you have arrived here, to this peculiar blog. Very well, then. Be my guest if you can take it, but be warned, it requires a wide-open belief system to be of only the slightest practical use.
It was originally an email sent to the person channeling Adamus St. Germaine, or Adamus as he is called under less noble circumstances; the entity that probably was responsible for the creation of the spiral on the sky up north as Barack Obama received the Nobel peace prize that he still does not understand why he “won”, according to a jokingly remark he made yesterday; 18th of October 2016. And then I found this email that I am now turning into a blog:
«When I was fourteen years old, I was amazed at how unintelligent my father was. By the time I turned twenty-one, I was astounded how much he had learned in the last seven years» (Mark Twain)
Having 3 of 5 kids still in the category of “teenager”, I must admit, under non-disclosure, that I am completely fascinated as I observe how Adamus St. G. or some servant from his basecamp literally walks into my teenage daughter and make here behave completely out of line! For example, yesterday, they made her fingers rub off the complete top layer of tasty nuts on the ice-cream box, surely not something she would have done under her own free will, being of the Holte Janson lineage as she is. Of course, I exploded as any father shall do under such circumstances. And in an immediate release thereafter, my wife exploded also because I did that first.
It’s now a complete mess, and I am considering any further walk-in episodes to be put under strict and irrevocable ban.