Thankful my father was a Dimensional Walker

Thankful and full of praise highlighting his strangeness,
Gleeful with a heart of gratitude he gave his sperm for me to be formed, in this sphere of consciousness that revolves around a sun

 Knowing full well the decision he had to make to never hold me or see again as a peanut within my mother’s womb, a womb that never knew the force that was in that womb, a womb of solemn grace that gave me to the world of life, love, ups and downs but mostly learning how to be  a human

 I only imagine the kindness he must have had to lead a solitary life of going from one dimension to another and wanting to find worthy wombs that could explode his seed into earthly types, the ones that could find eventually a truth in the universe, a knowledge built upon transformation of the species he gave life to and sound bites in the ears of the developing fetuses that other worlds are there and we may step into them just as he did and by chance he was once called Jesus

This Thanksgiving I give my love to him and his meaningful terms to bring me into this world and use the vessel of my mother, who until this year I never knew how bright her soul shown that he found her special enough to bring me into this dimension and allow me to share the gifts he gave me

I have to guide people toward telepathy and alternate states of  consciousness, as I to will eventually become a dimensional walker and to know this “walker” some call Christ and others call Jew. Makes a humble not prideful human give thanks, be unto my heart is he walking now from and to this dimension a location that allows me to call him father