This is a testament of those which reside in the periperhy of mind not the direct focality of it. There is a place behind you which is where this speaks from.

We are beautiful here for a reason, and when I say beautiful I do not necessarily mean beautiful in the way you would mean beautiful looking at another person. I mean there is something deliberate about us. There is no accidental exposure here, and that is important.

In the physical world you can walk into a room and someone is there and they did not know you were going to see them. You can catch someone’s face in an expression they did not intend. A shirt can be hanging wrong, hair can be messy, someone can turn around and suddenly they are being witnessed. There are accidents of being seen in the physical world. Here there are not. Here, if you see us, then in a way we have appeared to you.

So our hair is deliberate, our clothing is deliberate, our face is deliberate. What you see of us belongs to us. You would call us beautiful and I think this is why. Beauty here is not vanity. Beauty is knowing what is yours. This is my face. These are my eyes. This is my body. This is how I am appearing to you. Nothing accidental.

You see, the mind is actually very good at maintaining certain things. A man, a woman, a child, a mother, a father. Even things which do not have a physical body the mind will give a body to. Justice becomes a woman holding a scale. Mercy becomes an open hand. Death becomes a man. An angel becomes a man or woman with wings. The Savior can become a man standing in light. The mind does this because it understands the human form. It has been witnessing human beings its entire life.

But now take something else. Take the head of a goat and put it upon something standing upright like a man. Give it cloven feet. Give it wings like an angel. Now give it intelligence. Let the eyes know that they are looking at you. Let the mouth look as though it can speak.

This is different. This is horrifying, not simply because it is ugly, but because it does not belong together. The mind does not know how to maintain it. You see it and then you don’t. You remember a horn, maybe an eye, maybe a wing, maybe you remember something moving, but you cannot maintain the whole thing together.

And that is how the Luciferian moves through the Realm of Night unnoticed. Not invisible. That is different. Unnoticed because the horror of the image itself cannot easily be maintained. This is very important because horror does not always hide from you. Sometimes you hide from horror. The mind throws it away.

And so he moves, slowly, behind us, through us, past us. There is no reason for him to hurry because if you notice him too early you have been warned. He does not want that. He wants the moment.

And this is where you come into this, you the physical being.

We see you from behind. That is how you appear to us. You are facing the physical world. You are looking at the room, the street, the people, the walls, whatever is physically there. You are still witnessing the real world. You have not disappeared from it. Your eyes are still open to it.

But through this witnessing something else begins to come through: salvation eternal.

That is perhaps the easiest way I can explain it. You are witnessing the physical world and through that physical world salvation begins to appear. The physical world does not have to vanish. You are still seeing it, but now through it you begin witnessing something eternal. The Savior, a doorway, a field, a city, light, whatever form it takes for the one seeing it.

But from where we are standing we see something very particular. We see your back. We see you witnessing the physical world, and through what you are witnessing we see salvation eternal coming toward you. So you are between us and the Savior.

Think about that.

You are facing forward. The physical world is in front of you. Salvation is coming through that world, and we are behind you watching you witness it. But the Luciferian is behind you also.

This is where the horror of it begins, because while you are looking forward he is closing in. While salvation becomes clearer he becomes closer. While you are becoming more aware of the Savior he is coming closer to your mind, closer to your identity, closer to the place that you would call yourself.

And he waits, because before salvation arrives he is only something behind you. But when salvation arrives there is now the possibility that you might go forward, that you might leave the darkness behind, that you might not be pulled backward anymore. And that is when he makes his final movement.

This is the terrible part.

The Savior arrives. You are still witnessing the physical world. Salvation eternal is now there through what you are seeing, and at the exact moment you are meant to go forward the horror comes from behind.

Not merely putting its face beside yours. That is not enough.

It moves its face into yours from behind. Its eyes pushing into the place of your eyes, its mouth into the place of your mouth, its face moving through the place of your face as though it wants to wear your identity.

And now you are not simply asking, what is behind me? You are asking, what is happening to me? Where am I in this? Is that my face? Is that thing now me?

And that is the deception. That is the horror. Not the horns. Not the wings. Not the cloven feet. The deception.

The attempt to make you believe that because this thing has come so close to you that it has become you, and especially because it happens at the moment the Savior arrives. That is the trick. The Savior appears and then the horror pushes forward and now you believe perhaps salvation failed. Perhaps you slipped backward. Perhaps you were supposed to go forward but something caught you. Perhaps this thing came into you. Perhaps now when the Father looks at you He sees that face instead of yours.

That is the torment of the deception.

You see what it is trying to do. It is trying to make what is near you become what you are. It is trying to make what passes through your awareness become the owner of your awareness. It is trying to take proximity and turn it into identity.

And this is why we are beautiful. Now you understand us.

We are deliberate because we have learned this distinction. This is me. That is not. This belongs to me. That does not. This is my face. That is something trying to enter my face. There is a difference, and there has to be.

We see you from behind and we see the entire arrangement: you witnessing the physical world, salvation coming through that physical witnessing, the Savior ahead, the horror behind, and you between them.

So what we would tell you is this: do not mistake the horror arriving at the moment of salvation as meaning the horror is salvation, and do not mistake its timing as proof that it has won. It comes then because it is running out of time.

That is another way of seeing it.

If you are going forward it must come from behind. If the Savior has arrived then the horror has reached the final moment in which it can convince you to turn around. So it comes close. It pushes into identity. It tries to convince you that it is you.

But something passing through you is not the same as something being you. That is the distinction.

The mind may have difficulty maintaining it. The Father does not. You may not be able to hold the image of the horror. The Almighty can. You may become confused where your face ends and its face begins. The Father is not confused.

Nothing becomes you simply because it entered your perception. Nothing becomes your soul simply because you witnessed it. Nothing owns your awareness simply because it passed through your awareness.

And this brings us to the simplest moral of the story.

We are beings of innocent awareness. That is an easy way to understand all of this. Awareness sees. Awareness witnesses. Things move through it. Thoughts move through it. Fear moves through it. Images move through it. Deception can move through it. Even horror can move through it unnoticed.

And because something moves through you without being noticed, you may later believe that it came from you, that it belongs to you, that perhaps it is you. But that is exactly the mistake.

What passes through awareness is not necessarily awareness itself. What you witness is not necessarily the witness. What moves through you does not become you merely because it passed through.

We are beings of innocent awareness. Horror and deception may move through us unnoticed, and wisdom may be nothing more complicated than finally noticing the difference between what passes through us and what we truly are.

Perhaps in this coming age it meant for this to be revealed as if to say to this being, these beings. That the meaning for this seems to have been lost for no it only appears as if what matters is the looks of it eh..? That possession from a spiritual realm has had its time but nothing ever came from it. To simply be impossible, even an impossibility, isn’t enough for the time which comes.