"It was written well before your time that you are the Keeper of the sick, the ill fated, of those who follow you for answers. Your time on the earth plane is one of being in chains...but from this will come a reunion of two with the love of your life."
Message from Angelic Council to me, 1999
One afternoon I got a call that I was being brought to the ship, that somone wanted to meet me.
"Someone who?" I asked.
"You'll find out when you get here," came the answer.
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I was met on the ship by a blue skinned Androme (Aron as I'd later learn) who escorted me to "someone's" quarters. I was told he was in a meeting, he'd be with me shortly. In the meantime, I was to make myself at home. Looking around it seemed rather odd to me that "someone's" quarters were completely white save for the green of some plants.
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By this time DE and BK had disappeared and Linc was appearing less and less frequently.
Suddenly the doors slid open and in "someone" walked. ("There's a surprise ending to this as to who you really are.")
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Yup...it was Jmmanuel, the Big Guy himself.
"Gracie!" he said, smiling from ear-to-ear and immediately wrapping me in a bear hug.
I don't know what he did but in an instant all of my erased ET memories returned - not just of this lifetime but of many incarnations we'd gone through together throughout the cosmos, 11 together on earth alone.
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Most people are awestruck when meeting Jmmanuel for the first time. Not me. I punched him for spinning my head in 360's for most of my life with his "cast of characters" as I now call them - DE, BK, Moses Dude, Adam my Gettysburg ghost,, the spokesman for the Council with me, the Commander on the ship I'd called an A Hole, Linc...they'd all been Jmmanuel.
He's who had done my spiritual lessons with me in the Hall of Justice garden, he was the teacher I loved so much and left behind in my coming to earth memory.
As he explained it to me, "You were such a skeptic about everything that had I come to you and said "This is Jmmanuel" you would've laughed in my face and told me to get lost. Since your memory of me/us had been erased, I had to rebuild out relationship over from scratch until you would believe it really was me. You were a tough nut to crack! You gave me gray hair woman!"
My response to him? "Buy yourself a box of Clairol and get over it."
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So...as it was explained to me by Jmmanuel: The sole purpose of an Angelic's existence is to be of spiritual service to the cosmos. In order to most effectively do this, the Angelic Council pairs up two Angelics who are the perfect balance to one another in both energy and personality. According to him, I was the balance to him the Council had chosen.
I've asked him a billion times "But why ME?"
"Why NOT you? It was just luck of the draw that you were my match."
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You'd think that after nearly 60 years of separation he and I would've been overjoyed to be reunited as the Council had predicted. One would think we fell right back in the pattern of seamlessly working together as a spiritual service team. OH CONTRARE!
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The Council had no sooner thrown the two of us together and closed the door behind them that the snorting, ground pawing and clashing of locked horns began.
Suddenly I could do nothing right in his eyes. We spent every minute together in a contest to see who could rip the other's face off first. We were on everyone's last nerve.
It got so bad we both got hauled before the Council, who told us in no uncertain terms "YOU TWO KNOCK IT OFF AND QUIT ACTING LIKE A TERRAN MARRIED COUPLE!"
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"Blame your Golden Boy there! He's the one acting like a TOOL!" I insisted.
Council to Jmmanuel: "Golden Boy, quit acting like a tool."
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To this day I honestly can't say what happened that caused this animosity between us. But if I had to guess? Suddenly we weren't student/teacher anymore but spiritual service partners and I think on some level Jmmanuel had difficulty with that transition - even though I deferred to him most of the time.
To his credit, he did own up to acting like a tool and apologized to me.
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It took us several more months to get back to where we'd been before I came to earth but we finally figured out how to make it work.