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We returned to where we faced the guide and his creations again. I thought
I saw sadness in the face of the one that called himself Amarón. We headed
towards that small portion of land that was not underwater. Was this all that
was left of Puerto Rico? Or maybe now Puerto Chico? We descended to
this place. There was no vegetation and the ground was wet. It was a very
small piece of land, maybe twenty homes could be built there. From this
closer perspective the sea looked even darker and all the things floating in
it we could see clearer. The sea water rain caused by the impact had ceased.
All of a sudden the image went wavy and it disappeared. In its place the
walls of that place again were made visible.
It was the end of that projection and I was relieved. I didn’t want to see
anymore. I only wanted to get out of that place. Fear though, I think, keep
me from doing it. Also, I didn’t see doors or windows. Even if I had
mustered up the courage to do it, again, where would I run to? How would
I get out? And there was also the possibility that those two creatures would
go after me. The mere thought of them touching me again was enough to
make me to stay put. The man dressed in black gave us a few moments to
settle down. Some, myself included, were still crying. He insisted that what
we’d just seen was just an image, but that in reality, that’s how it would
happen. Those words destroyed me: “… in reality that’s how it would
happen”. Which reality? At the time I didn’t know what that was. My own
reality had died. They had killed it.
- Now I ask that you calm down. Remember that is not happening
now, they’re only images. The next projection will only be shown partially,
in just one dimension. It will be less difficult then to absorb the
information. However I warn you that these will be the most shocking so
be prepared.
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