I AM WRITING TO YOU

I am writing to You, all of You,

Selfie of the Sun in the back yard
I am writing to You, all of You, Every dimension of You,

Every aspect of You, The Lord God Almighty, The One, God’s Son who bore the sins of the World. The One who takes away the sins of the World. The One True Source of Love. The One who Energized The Cosmos and gave us all life. The One Source that breathed Eternity into Existence, into The Universe, The Multi-Universe, in the dimension of past, present, and future.

    The levels of awareness of what, and who we are in the spiritual plane of enlightenment. Fear is lurking around. Can not see past the dark anguish side of other lives that are affected by past trauma.

Oh God Help!

    I am screaming again. My heart can not take the calamity, the cymbals clashing right in front of me and they will not leave. I am stuck and have nowhere to go. No transportation that is reliable to take a drive out of dodge, and never come back.

    My friend Richard is 75 and was born with Cerebral Palsy, Our dog taffy we have shared for eight years has a heart murmur she is a 25-pound mini pinscher and is on hydrocodone, and the same blood pressure medicine I am on but twice a day. No recovery, the valve is involved.

In the last eight weeks,

    Five intruders have infiltrated this house. Taken over so to speak. I am still recovering from the years of all of them being here. Then to be in the middle of others’ dysfunction, the repercussions of a masterpiece manipulator, everyone’s shit on the line. No one knows how to come out of the hole of destruction.

    The maladies, the generational abomination past on from our ancestors the legacy continues worse in every generation.

    How do we save our way out of the pits of hell, and into the light of love in Source Love, God the Father, God the Son, God the Holy Spirit? I am over my head in other people’s addictions, anger, past still in their face. Pent-up trauma’s, ugly trauma’s that have caused havoc in my life, and I hate it.

I Need Help! Help Lord, Help God, Help Jesus Christ Holy Spirit.

    Help Archangels, Help Legions of Angels, Help inner spiritual self, open the doors to coming out of this human-made hell into the Presence of The Christ Spirit within us all. Help!

    I am screaming through the airwaves. The World is in despair. Catastrophes daily, addictions killing people, not knowing how to come out of their dark night of the soul. Dumping it on others, and not knowing how to come up for air, and having the gut-wrenching pain of the void, of no solution, no understanding, no will to see that you can be healed in the internal chamber of The Soul through Christ Jesus.

    “The light is ignited through a peephole, only through Christ is life, “by the gift of accepting him unconditionally, there is no exception to the rule. Through Christ’s love for us, he generates his love for us and walks with us out of the midst of the fire and brings you out whole; this is justification to which there is no other. The scars are cured of pain, and the knowledge of the envelopment is granted. Truth is the only reality, and that truth is Jesus Christ in his omniscience.” Me 1996

One Source, One God Almighty, One Son, One Holy Spirit.

    We are what they say, Multi-Dimensional. I have glimpsed of the dimensions of time, place and reason, in a light show from the Cosmos, the elements of the particles, the energies that are captured with my phone and the flash.

side note “I changed phone companies and got my water-repellent coating phone, I am getting used to it.” Eight pages so far doubled space. I have not been working on the site. I am stressed to the max. I am ready for the change. I am suffering from sciatica, herniated disks, the offset of gallbladder surgery thirty-four years ago.

    My eyes, I can see. I have had high pressure because of the crazy crap I have to put up. Do you want to know? Alcohol in excess, Liquor not beer, others, I do not drink, making this an intolerable situation. Live with it. I hate it; memories have come back, am I to blame for all this mess? No, I am not. How can I help someone when I can not even help myself.

I am Calling out to the heavens in preparation for the regeneration of our souls.

    I have been silent for a long time. I have been dormant for what seems like an eternity. When in that Holy Instant I am home with the Source of Creation. I am one in Spirit, and you are one in Spirit, even if we have the veil over us. We are always in Spirit.

    Activate the total rights of all our mission in this lifetime and through the course to love, light, and peace in the reality of our true Source which is omnipresent past, present, future.

    Bring us to the understanding and recognition of the answers to our soul. Bring us out of the darkness into the light. Hold fast your love for humankind to heal through the blood of Jesus Christ. In the name of Jesus Christ, Help! Wendy August 18, 2018.

Wow, The Lord heard my screaming, he heard me in my despair and granted them moving out as of yesterday September 13, 2018.

    Thank You, God, for the Father, God the Son, God the Holy Spirit. Ten days are gone since they moved out. My Focus is being repaired. My brother is flying down from California, and my twin will arrive on the 27th, a few days away.

    I have procrastinated Publishing this correspondence because it is different than any of my writings and because it has been since April since I Published anything. I guess it is about time to finish this off, September 22, 2018, Wendy Yvette Greenwell

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