R Dawn Weir

Rumors R Dawn Weir

It appears that not all is as it seems. The Bible is not the Bible. Not even close. We are actually in the times of tribulations which is why the lost gospels, dead sea scrolls and such, were hidden, buried: to be discovered. Those are the true texts and scriptures. The Bible is the opposite of the light. It's filled with fear, which is not the true message. This work is based on testimony of countless authors, researchers, scientists, new and old. It has works of fiction for entertainment purposes; however, the truth of the Lightworker, which is what I am, is revealed in these pages. It is my own interpretation of my own visions, in both meditation, dreams, and what I interpret in the pages of revered authors. Even fiction writers show bits of truth in their works. The truth, as it has been revealed to them, demonstrate proof that not all is as it appears in our physical realm. It is up to the individual reader to decide for him or herself, the insights of these works. It is up to each reader to open their minds, hearts and souls, to another dimension or spiritual reality that exists within our universe. It is up to the reader to do their own research, and discover the truth for themselves. Finally, it is up to the individual to join the ranks of the enlightened. It was midnight and the streets were empty. The only light could be seen from distant street lamps and the moon. A full-moon overhead, illuminated her path. She had stopped running. There was no need to run, now; because, nobody was following her. Not yet. She learned to trust her intuition, long ago. She knew they knew her secret; that, she had unlocked a perilous discovery, and, she was not alone. Others knew. They beckoned to her. All she could do was to do as she promised. To keep the truth hidden a little while longer. As an individual, she was vulnerable. As a collective, the Keepers of the Realms, would keep the secret, the document and the knowledge, safe. In spite of the dangerous undertaking, she knew only one thing to do, to stay safe and to keep the discovery alive, and share her knowledge with others. A retreat had been her vision. A retreat where others gathered to learn, to rest, to hide, was the mission. The Keepers of the Realm would blend in as any other secret society. She had only to get there. She could not, would not, fail in her mission. So many lives were at stake, and she refused to give up. It was her life's purpose. She gathered those she needed and trusted, to her cause. They awaited her in the moonlight. It was time.