Ceramic, Plastic, Teapot People

I was sitting on a tomb at a sacred site saying m’ prayers, watching people. Etherically they have concrete overcoats on that look like they are covered in a ceramic, much like that which is used for china cups and milk jugs etc—teapot people.

The overcoat is made from their endless thoughts and an obsession of self and their fears. They believe they are right about everything, but in truth they are dork-like zombies, inside their coats, they don’t know diddly-squat and they are terrified.

I feel for them, and I wonder how one would get through to them to haul them out of the hell they are creating for themselves. Then I wondered what would be the point. They would only go back in the concrete capsule a bit later. I couldn’t find an answer. They need a disaster to come out of hiding. Spiritual growth through self-imposed accidents is not recommended. People don’t see how hate finds them but it does. And fate acts to help them by bringing the ego down so the Higher Self can talk at last.

I said in my book Grace, Gaia and the End of Days information and grace are linked, the more pure you are, the more full of grace you are, the more correct knowledge you are given.

Why billions of humans incarnate in a dimension of total ignorance is a mystery, but that’s why your inner journey is so important. You’re climbing out of a muddy diddly-squat pit into knowing, visions, and the light. It’s a vital investment.

I could see the teapot people are very angry and aggressive. So they push people and opportunities away from themselves as they struggle to make it in a collapsing economy. And there is an indignation to their self- importance, which is mean and off-putting. When people are indignant one turns away, we have to abandon them as an act of self-preservation. So they remain wounded soldiers in no man’s land calling out in the dead of night to medics that won’t respond.

In these ways the tea-pot people close down all avenues of help and escape, as they are not open to anything. New ideas are terrifying. They suffer accidents and sometimes death because of the repressed anger. Getting close takes bravery, it’s like offering tidbits to a rabid dog. It’s very tricky. Some of them are destined to destroy themselves quite soon through hatred and anger, I’ve have not learned how far to go with them all.

I was talking to a lady who has MS, she was on a disability pension, I told her I knew of a man that could cure her disease, she came up with all sorts of objections. I realized she like being sick, it made her special, and it got her a free apartment from the state and money. Being cured would be a disaster for her. She’d have to go out in the real world and get a job.

I wondered how many millions of people there are in Europe that like to stay sick for the free ride the government provides. Entitlement disease makes people stay ill. Strange eh?

Be open, be brave, take risks with your inner knowing and get rid of the overcoat. Believe and seek and invest in your escape from ignorance. Agree to be well.

“Anyone for tea. No thanks”.

I prayed for the dead knight in the tomb and left. Then later I saw a vision of a Templar knight at the tomb, he was horseback, he wore a helmet with a flat top like this one.

He and the horse were huge; from the ground to the top of his helmet would have easily been 25-30 feet.

Okay bye for now, Stuart Wilde