Bagpipe March Church and Barclay NYC 11th September 2023

9/11/23

The silence in the beginning gets me every time.

Then the pipes became louder.

A very short distance parade just for those on the block. Timing is everything.

Look at the guns down here. Someone special is here in NYC. Maybe it’s one of you.

On Sept 11th two years ago I met Tom Bushnell and shortly after Michael Protzman. They became my channel’s admins. I’ve done all the posting since then.

Until recently. That’s when Numbers began to drop some of his own content and links on my telegram channel. It’s a very digital friendship but I know he knows I know a few numbers, myself. It’s not a game. It’s for all the light in the universe.

I trusted the plan
I got in the van
Just Michael
And me and Tom
I strutted with them
Trying to keep up
Wearing out my teachers
Like two epaulets on
Each shoulder

Broken glass and piss stained siiiidewalks

All along
The Aquarius Gate
One heavens a tree
One heavens a tree
One SEVENTY three

All along the Aquarius Gate
New York New York New York.

Just Michael
The Angel
Dirty Wine
And sandwiches

Archangels pacing my feet
A King from the past to my
Sideways looks
Like a husband of one of the Greats

Tom forty Eight
Me and the
Three forty three
Stuck together for
The days and hours it
Took to get Tahhhhhh

Aaaallll along the Aquarius Gate
One heaven is a tree
Heaven is a tree
One seventy three

Reconstructing the past
In warp speed now
Bridging His promise
In the book
To the Grace he has afforded us
Immeasurable more
Wrath and abundance
Are just over the hill

Let’s run
Not to touch the earth
Just a bowl of dirt
In the eye of our Lord
It’s the only thing that exists

The sun and planets inside this droplet

A Bible written for such a time as this
The last days trapped inside the snow globe

The stars too
The stars too
The starts too early
In the A M
Thirteen families know what’s good for them
The rest can go hungry for
More truth and
Reality

In this tree we’re in
In this tree we’re in
In this tree we’re in
Nephelim outta the sky
They’re falling out of the sky

They’re falling out of the sky

They’re falling out of the sky

They’re falling out of the sky

I first met Michael Protzman on September 11, 2021.
He was the man in the orange shirt. I was talking to Tom Numbers over to the side. We were standing at the base of WTC Freedom Tower. Greenwich and Vessey. At the foot of W. Broadway.

I trusted the plan
I got in the van
Just Michael
And me and Tom
I strutted with them
Trying to keep up
Wearing out my teachers
Like two epaulets on
Each shoulder

Broken glass and piss stained siiiidewalks

All along
The Aquarius Gate
One heavens a tree
One heavens a tree
One SEVENTY three

All along the Aquarius Gate
New York New York New York.

Just Michael
The Angel
Forty eight
And forty eight
And me

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