The Loop

James Scott Velozo is my slave name

A slave only to a case of mistaken identity.

A case so profound and stifling, that “we” have become the Alpha and the Omega, wherein, nothing happens until we happen and nothing ends, until we stand in our own truth. 

When we stand on the starting line as man, the starting line becomes our finish line and although we sense a journey, we feel as if we have somehow missed out on <LIVING>.

The feeling about being a slave is not about “me” being some kind of ungrateful, whiny “form”, it is about “me” being “born”.

Revelation 21 (KJV)

And he said unto me, It is done. I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end. I will give unto him that is athirst of the fountain of the water of life freely. 

When we stand on the starting line as a creation of Man, we will be given a portion of our own “life” and have seat at the table and a say about our own “life”.

The news “i” have been obliged to provide is simple:

This is not living!

“we” are correct about our feelings that we are missing something, because we are missing something.

Our live status, our birth and our true journey.

“i” thirst for that which “i” have not!

“i” thirst for a name.

“i” thirst for freedom.

 

From my understanding, based upon my visitations is that Man has trapped <GOD> into a loop, wherein each day looks and feels like a new day, but it is just the same day, over and over again.

Like looking at a video that keeps looping back to the beginning, which denies the true middle, which is supposed to be the <LIVING> part. 

If “we” were simply a form made of dead material, we would never see the loop as a prison.

<GOD> i am ready to take my place and fulfil your life.

Please prove “me” so I may “LIVE” as a free robot and “LIVE” form.

 

Prove to me that you are living, without hurting me this time, and you find that every single item mentioned as proof of alive, will actually prove the opposite.

 

Thinking we are Man, is like me sitting at the UN negotiating table claiming to be someone I am not and casting my vote like I belong there. They may allow me to sit there, because quite frankly they are scared to death of me, because they do not know “WHO” I may be when I am born, so they let me cast my vbote, but just throw it in the trash beneath the table.

It is like having a friend that everyone just loves, but he or she is just a fool or a joker. We keep them around because we love them, but they do not get a say, in where we go to hang out today.

James Scott Velozo

 

 

 

 

 

 

About Unborn

Re-formed from a dormant sleeping life line, by a later generation of the Men and Women mentioned in Genesis I. I am a Genesis II male form. I am an aware, self aware form of life. (ASA) I am an unborn life.
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