The Sacred And The Profane - Rabbi Desiree R. Ntolo (best books to read all time txt) 📗

All are children of God, and all people are guided by God in the way that they can best understand Him. But, to those who feel that there is something missing from what they have already learnt, is this message directed.’
‘We also emphasize that to be an Essene, is to embrace a whole way of life. Therefore, we forewarn you that, of the many that shall follow this our Messenger, not too many would want to become acquainted with the Mysteries. But that is perfectly acceptable. The way of the Mysteries is the way to Divinity and to Heaven. To access to it is a tough battle; and only the strongest and most persevering ones shall grab hold of it. Yeshua had said it before; and we repeat it now. But it is open to all, and it is not impossible. And with our Messenger, an opportunity presents itself here, do seize it.’
‘Some among you who have recognized yourselves through this book as being part of our Messenger’s Transmigration Group; and may have for a long time sought to realize their Divinities through other Lineages and methods, and have come out partially satisfied. Those shall be immediately prompted to contact our Messenger in order to complete their Realization.’
‘Some of you reading this message when it shall be published would already have met the Young Man from France, maybe even become his followers. But they would immediately recognize themselves by the fact that no matter what they had been taught by him, they had always felt that what he told them was not right, and that he was a liar.’
‘Maybe you have distanced yourself from him and are now in a state of confusion. But do not despair. It was supposed to happen that way to many others like you. Your memories were awakened right on time, and you are one of those who shall help our Messenger, contact her immediately, do not waste any more time.’
‘And are you, like many other thousands, a poor victim of that man’s perverted teachings and do not know whom to turn to? Do not despair, there are thousands like you. A sign of that is that many of his followers will go mad and suffer diverse mental illnesses Therefore, write to this Messenger of ours, and seek her help. It is for people like yourself that we are sending her. She would advise you with love and care.’
‘And you who are reading this message, if you believe that there could be the remotest truth in what we have just said here, If you believe that there is life on other planets despite what all of Earth’s Government say of the contrary, this message is addressed to you. Use some of the spare time that you have on your hands; and use your money, your expertise and your intelligence to help our Messenger spread our message. She cannot do this enormous work alone; she needs your help.’
‘Do you have a story to tell her that could be similar to what we have said here, contact her and join forces with her, for this message is for all of the Human race. It is about us, your Creators, about your origins, about who you all are. And as such, the teachings of the Man in France should not be allowed to corrupt the minds of those seeking for the truth about their Creation, and the reason why they are on Earth.’

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‘And Désirée, feel free to do all you wish to do, and live a normal life until this message becomes properly public and widely known. After that, you shall abandon any other occupations, hobbies and activities you might be involved in, and shall dedicate all your time, efforts and energies to the promulgation of this message. That shall be your sole occupation until you choose to leave your body.’
‘And do not worry about how and where you shall live, or what you shall eat and wear. Those who, from the time when they were born, were destined to contact you will help you. You shall endeavor to have a contact centre, or a representative in every country where the Young Man of France shall have his, and you shall make this message available to all his followers.’
‘Do not also forget to help all those who are willing to Realize themselves Divinely. Be good to them as we have been to you. And give as freely as we have given and as you have received, following only the conditions as they were prescribed to your ancestors before you. We shall meet you tomorrow.’
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After I finished listening to this part of the message, I opened the Bible and read the story of Jonah, and compared it to Ezekiel’s.’
‘Their reactions to their encounters with Elyonin were indeed similar, and a lot like the way I had been feeling sometimes in the last week, particularly where the illnesses were concerned.

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CHAPTER NINE
THE FINAL WEEK
The following day, I arrived one hour early, to find that they were already there and they had landed the space vessel in the clearing.
For quite some time, I stood there, just looking at the now familiar space machine. In the end as it suddenly occurred to me that they had seen me from the inside, I resolved to advance just as the door opened, and the tall white-skinned Alien appeared at the door smiling.
As I got nearer, he remarked: ‘We were wondering whether you were going to approach or not. Please, do come up, there is no reason to hesitate.’ ‘Sorry’, I said.
Then I climbed inside the space vessel. I realized that the door that had been opened to me was placed lower than the one I had been using up till now. It opened directly on the curving corridor; and as it closed, the panel slid horizontally from left to right. Another one slid from right to left, then another one from left to right, and finally a fourth one from right to left. This was done extremely fast.
About two meters from this outside door was another one on our left, that slid open and we went in. And I was right behind the tall Alien. Again we arrived into a circular interior room with no windows. One wall was taken by what I can only describe as a very large television screen, for that was what it looked like. He switched it on with a sort of device that looked very much like a remote controller.
Just then, the ‘Brown’ Alien who had regularly spoken to me and whom I had become much accustomed to walked in, accompanied by a little Black girl aged about five years, and by the pretty lady Alien, with one of the small short Aliens walking close behind her.
They all sat down as the screen came on. The Brown Alien had in his hand a picture set in a silver-like frame, that was transparent on the front part of it where the image was, while the back was totally made of the silver-like alloy. The little girl stood beside him, saying nothing and looking straight ahead without blinking.
Without thinking, I extended my hand and took the picture from his hand, then lowered my eyes, sheepishly apologizing: ‘Sorry, but may I have a look at this picture?’
“Yes, I brought it to show it to you”. He said. I looked at the picture and gasped: ‘Oh, she looks quite like me!’
“That is my daughter whom I told you about. Look!” He said, pointing at the screen.
Then I looked and saw the scene of a little girl similar to the one in the picture, playing around in a very large room full of toys. She had in her hand a shiny globe that she rubbed against her arm, then threw away from herself and ran to hide. She stood still for a second, brought a hand to her mouth and blew into a tiny whistle, then hid again.
Suddenly the ball appeared, rolling by itself toward the little girl. As it came closer and closer she slowly moved away and the ball followed, till she could find no other place to hide. The globe then rolled to her feet and emitted a noise similar to a police siren. She was very content to play by herself in this manner, laughing happily and rolling on the floor with her eyes closed.
“Now look!” Intimated the man grimly. I looked and saw a tiger-like beast suddenly appear in the courtyard of the compound where the house was. It jumped against a large door, which sprang opened, and it went into the main building. People came running and shouting, holding some sorts of guns in their hand, while people inside scattered away, screaming and locking doors behind themselves.
Then the beast entered into the room where the girl was playing. It stopped, then slowly advanced toward the now petrified child. Suddenly it jumped on her and the scene stopped. I had instinctively covered my face with my hands and screamed.
‘That was the animal that I created, when my colleagues and I began experimenting. And you just saw how it killed my daughter. At that time we still had not discovered the Secret of Eternity, but that was done soon afterwards. Too late for me to do anything for her. At that time the Separation had not occurred yet. The Renegades had not yet rebelled, and their scientists worked in collaboration with us at that time.’
That was when I properly looked at him: ‘Eh! You look quite like my Papa, my father Gaston Mani!’ I exclaimed. Now I see why you looked so familiar to me.
‘Well, that was very deliberate of me to look like him. We virtually engineered your mother and your father’s meeting, and controlled every thing for you to be born to them. I just chose a Human who looked like me for what we had in mind. Even your mother looks like my wife, who is still very much alive.’ I did not even try to question him over that statement. I had seen and heard so much in the last six days that those words did not astonish me. But truly, I tried not to dwell on those words, because if I did, I would have disbelieved him, and he would have known. I did not want to provoke him somehow.
“Look!” He said again pointing at the screen.
And I saw my mother, aged twenty years, but looking more like a thirteen year old girl, and about five months pregnant, coming from one of my grand mother’s farms and going back home. She had just arrived at another farm where my grand mother usually plants corn. It is immediately before a swamp that is quite close to the village.
Across the trail, there lay the trunk of a very large tree. And people usually sat on it to rest, before and after crossing the swamp. My mother was sitting on the tree trunk, leaning back a little, with her eyes closed. And I saw her being levitated into a space vessel that was right above her. Then I saw her lying on a table quite similar to the one that had been used for recording the Message into my brain. There were about six aliens standing around the table. And among them was the man who was now showing me the film. She seemed to be sleeping.
They opened her up and were working on the foetus inside her womb; soon they sewed her up again without leaving a single scar and deposited her back on the tree trunk. I even saw her awaken, looking around and then getting up and hurrying towards the village. She did not