Message to the Dark:

by Justice Anna von Reitz

Message to the Dark:

It doesn’t matter if you comprehend us or not; we comprehend you all well enough.

In fact, we aren’t two steps ahead of you, or ten steps. It’s more like twenty miles and two hundred years.

Contrary to your suppositions of secrecy and being cloaked and thinking that nobody knows who you are and what you have done — we know it all.

To us, it’s like reading the Sunday paper. All we have to do is use our eyes and turn the pages, and we know “the All of it”.

We not only know who you are and where you live and everything about you, we know who your family was back to ancient times, we know your bloodlines and your DNA, your mental capacities, you weaknesses, faults, and foibles.

We know every nasty little thing you have ever thought of, every plan.

We know who planned it with you. All your accomplices.

Every lie you’ve put breath behind and every lie that has appeared in your mind, we’ve been tracking all of it.

It would be ridiculous to think — though you apparently do think — that we haven’t been clocking you and all your activities, both good and bad, simply because we have seldom interfered.

But now, you have crossed the line. Or should we say, “lines”, and there are consequences for that.

There are those of you adept enough to recognize the fact that huge beneficial changes are coming to the Earth despite all that you will and wish that is exactly opposite.

These changes are coming in spite of you, and the Power implementing these good things for the Earth and the people on it, is immune to your games and parlor tricks. No deceit will help you. Only pure contrition, confession, and repentance from evil will save you.


From recent conversations it is apparent that most of you still think that you are unknown and that your activities are unknown and that you are hiding behind a curtain of secrecy and lies and anonymity that can’t be penetrated, so as to protect you from accountability for your actions.

I once had a cat who, when I turned on the vacuum cleaner, would hide under a piece of clear plastic carpet runner and think that he was invisible.

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