I am a female withdrawn shy, yet observant, with a feminine approach and yearned for my roots; the source of my being.
This sent me on a quest to Ghana where I discovered true poverty. I became overwhelmed with grief at the plight of the poor and spoke about it repeatedly in anguish and despair. The impact on my being was to change my life forever. I wanted to do so much but where to start was the question that seemed too bound back.
I caught a fatal illness and clinically fought back death, which resulting in a near-death experience. However, for me it was a point of rebirth as I struggled to regain the true value of life.
I questioned the avenues of life, while I was awake, and was over shadow with answers when I awoke. The answers stem beyond my questions, and the showers of gifts, talents and profuse writing opened a new world of wisdom beyond beings, handed down with a new name. Queen Tiye.
What you are about to read is sincere and true and I am honoured that the vessel chosen is mine; I considered myself honoured now but not initially. Sit back, relax and capture another jigsaw puzzle to our lives on earth, and within your true spirit unravel it. The Truth must be told.
The year was 2006. The month was April and the time was approximately 2.00pm. I will take you back to what lead to that date when the miraculous and true events began what still continues to date.
In 2003, the time for me to embark on a journey to seek my lost identity (roots) in the first world of the world, Africa. After spending a short time in the homeland, I returned to the land that showed and still shows me no identification of the true mother of Africa that I really am.
Shortly after my return I became severely ill and was hospitalised and had a near-death experience due to a virus infection called hepatitis A (Epidemic Jaundice). One of the main functions of a normal liver is to excrete the Bilirubin in the bile. If the cells are injured it is prevented from doing so by the presence of infection and poison. The produced Bilirubin collects in the blood and stains the tissues. This was in short my infection, caught in the motherland while on the journey to seek my roots. I later understood that the infection I caught was consumed via water or food.
The regeneration of the liver was a very slow process and, therefore, culminated in my sleeping for approximately 19 hours out of a 24-hour day over a period of 19 months. Throughout this period, I was unable to remember the days of the week at times. I was extremely weak. I had excrutiating pains in my joints. I lost all the hair on my head. I was incontinent and extremely ill. I walked whenever I could, like a snail; although I am sure a snail would pass me on the way back then.
I escaped the true feelings of pain while I slept and faced its full impact while I was awake. After waking up from sleep, I was bewildered by the pain yet I found that I remembered my dream vividly. The sooner I close my eyes the dream would continue from where it left off. These serial dreams could and would go on for weeks at a time. At the end the dream would emerge a complete story, which led to the start of another serial story.
On waking up from this internal sleep one day, I saw two long words on my bed sheet alongside some figures written in pen but knew not how it got there. Furthermore, I could not identify the words so I plucked up the courage to phone a close friend to tell her about the discovery. As time went by I became stronger and the dreams continued to evolve. I realised that I felt different because of the various encounters of remote viewing that I had experienced. In my mind, this was bizarre, but absolutely true.
I became strong enough to finally step through my front door unaided for the first time, when another shock hit me. I convinced myself that I was not on earth; I believe that I did not belong here because everything around me people, trees, leaves, cars, anything and everything - had colours surrounding them. In my mind it was absolutely beautiful. The rainbow that man sees is not as beautiful as the colours that I saw enveloping man, woman or child or anything. It was awesome.
After observing all the happenings, I reflected on them and came to the conclusion that this was rather odd but I knew that my faculties were well intact. At the back of my mind I thought this beginning of a new me would end but to my amazement I began to see visions of scrolls in broad daylight with words appearing line by line. At the end of the scroll, new writing would appear above as if starting a new blank page. The entire writing would reveal a message, events from the past or those to come.
From nowhere I got inspiration to write poems. I decided that this really was a new I. This brings me back to April 9th 2006 when the greatest miracle happened:
While I slept my hand wrote with no acknowledgement to or awareness of it to myself. The topic of the writings included things to come, things that have happened, people I would meet and what they would say, medicines and cures for different ailments, day to day issues and events, spirituality, past truths, womens issues, what we should and shouldnt eat and the changes of what man on earth is doing to you and me and much more.
Information so far could amount to an encyclopaedia.
The interesting focus for me is that I was born in England. I speaks and understand English only, yet the writings not only flow in English but also in French, Portuguese, Italian, Chinese, what appears to be Aramaic and Hieroglyphics; drawings and much more, which I cannot explain, are included. This is miraculous. TRULY MIRACULOUS!!!
I am not an educator, neither am I a psychologist. I am certainly not a religionist. I am only human like you, from the source, with the ability to bring forth to our world the miraculous happenings..
SAMPLES OF THE WRITINGS.
Written on 18/9/07 NIGHT TIME
To consume corruption to the mind of man, is a disease to the inner soul, a soul that is disease is pure contamination, I say unto you contamination is that which contains rejection from the inner spirit of man, listen to my words and spread from nation to nation, clean that which corrupt the mind, and purify, consume that which is pure for sanctification, for to be pure in mind is to be pure in body, and when this is so, the inner crown of your head will be ready to block and filter any remnants that might remain, and only then you will see the truth and be released from the source of nothing to the source of something, when this is so weep not, for you will be I again.
Written 26/9/07 LATE AFTERNOON
Understand that which is the mind is outside the brain yet within consciousness, that which is consciousness is independent and links from within the mind that which is outside the brain use the brain to understand I who is all, that which feels pain is the brain, the mind, which is conscious, feels nothing.
