Tilikum Ascension: Chapter Thirteen

Tilikum Ascension: Chapter Thirteen

Did I Know

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Tilikum and I had fewer and far between visits after he had pushed me aside, on May 5th, 2016. He left me alone, and I left him alone, for the most part, to make our journeys in and out of this world, as life called us to do. When we would visit, it was like he was putting on a brave face for me, one that he couldn’t keep up for long, and he would send me on my way shortly after my arriving.

I heard the news around 2:30 in the afternoon on the day of Tilikum’s physical death on January 6th, 2017. I tried to ascertain rather I had known or felt his passing without realizing it. How could I have missed it? Why wasn’t I warned by higher-self-spirit, Tilikum, or one of my many spirit guides, it was coming? Or was I?

I try to recall that morning’s spirit journeys, to know, had I been warned that Tilikum would be leaving, or had left, his body.

I remembered in one of my spirits travels that morning, shortly after midnight, that Jesus had invited me to the ocean side overlook, where we sometimes meet and talk. Why had he beckoned me there? I couldn’t remember.

In another spiritual communication of the night, probably more likely of the hours before midnight, my Heavenly Father God beckoned me to his throne room. He sat on his throne and AA (Archangel) Metatron stood behind him on his right side. The angel held a rolled up scroll in his left hand outstretched to me. This night’s vision was a replay of an actual event of several years back that father was reminding me.

I think it was in the year 2012 that I had been handed that scroll at the behest of my Heavenly Father. I had then taken the scroll from AA Metatron and tried to open and read it, but could not. I had been perplexed and asked Father for assistance.

I had been transported, in response to my request, to a second-story bedroom within a wood frame, white painted, farmhouse. There was a small writing desk with a wooden chair tucked under it. The scroll lay spread open on the desktop and a quill pen on top of that.

A spirit man floating and encapsulated in a white glow above the desk beckoned me to pull the chair out and sit down. As I moved over to the desk, I asked him his name.

“You may call me Ron,” he said, without too much ado.

I would learn in later visits that Ron was actually short for Metatron, the angel in man form with wings, traveling in a pure white light bubble.

As I sat down, Ron motioned for me to pick up the feathered pen.I looked at Ron, he looked at me, then we both looked at a blank page in front of me. He said, “when you are ready, you will know what is on the scroll.”

I had, on purpose, visited that room many times. I learned it was a family residence and I called it my mansion in the sky. It contains some of my passed over ancestors such as my grandpa and great grandmother and even a few relatives associated with my DNA that I didn’t know in this lifetime, but since have come to treasure for advice and company.

When I would go for a visit, I would walk up the two long steps connected to the front porch, which covers the whole width of the house. White washed rocking chairs, and lazy cats and dogs snoozing in the sunlight on the warm wooden slats call me home. Sometimes great grandmother would greet me on the porch or in the foyer, usually with a broom in hand scolding me, at times, for sending yet another lost animal spirit to the family house for a final resting place. She was only joking, it was our inside joke, that I am such a softy for animal spirits. This being the same grandmotherly spirit who had voluntarily sat with Tilikum on his death watch.

But, at certain times when I visited, I would walk past all the company, being focused on getting to the door at the top of the stairs, which remained closed and locked. I was the only one who had access to what lay behind it; The scroll!

Each time I visited, I would stand in the foyer staring up the wooden banister to the closed white door at the top of the landing. Its brass door knob and keyhole taunting me. Would today be the day I would see the writing on the scroll, I would wonder?

When I would reach for the door knob, the door would magically open, light streaming from a window within lighting my way like a runway.

A few steps into the room there was a wooden pedestal with the scroll lying open on top, the light from the window now a focused spotlight on the paper, and the quill, that sat to the side.

I would walk over, take a deep calming breath, then look at the beckoning scroll. Sometimes, I would think I could make out something, but usually, it made no sense, or I would see nothing at all.

After a time of multiple failures, I lost interest in its pursuit. Oh, I kept the thought and wonder of what is that scroll all about in my mind, but it got pushed further and further back in time and purpose as life went on.

As I put order to all the pieces of thoughts that float around in my head as to what do, what all these pieces mean in regards to Tilikum’s passing, I remember more.

In the replay vision of the scroll being handed over to my safe keeping from AA Metatron, it was not just a vision of the past. It was as though the past event  and a now event merged and became one. This time, when the Angel placed the scroll in my hand, it absorbed into my matrix, becoming a part of both hands and moving up inside of me, to my heart, throat and head. I still didn’t know what the words were on that piece of parchment, but I knew it lived inside of me now.

With the passing of Tilikum, I have found a renewed vigor to tell his tale, finding that so much of my history intertwines with his story. Since I feel I must tell his story, I am now telling this story.

To be Continued:

Chapter Fourteen: I Did Know>>>

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