Chapter 31

10 December 2005

Archangel Metatron, Archangel Chamuel, Beelzebub and Joshua.

Jill and I are musical people and one of our highlights for our 'chill' time, is watching 'The X Factor'. If you're reading this outside the UK, this is the equivalent of American Idol, or Pop Idol, with a spin.

Simon Cowell, Sharon Ozbourne and Louis Walsh judge three groups of people to win a £1,000,000 record contract, out of 75000 contestants. The three groups are: the under 25's, the over 25's and the groups or bands.

It's a family gathering for us. Jill was relaxed. when she started slapping her right hand on top of the back of her left hand. If you've been reading this diary, then you'll know that means only one thing to us at present.

This was unusual, in that Jill had already channelled Archangel Metatron earlier. It's around 9.00pm.

Jill: Your pal's here and he's impatient to get through.

Glenn: What's he want?

Jill: He's worried about you and wants to talk.

Glenn: OK, let him talk.

Jill: No way! He's been hovering around for ages. He can wait. This is my highlight of the week. He can come back later.

Not too long after that, Archangel Azrael started to force himself on her. Jill started to drift into a semi-conscious state and finally flopped, seemingly asleep, into my lap. We were cuddling on the sofa at the time. She then sat up, and Archangel Azrael came through. He told me that what he wanted to talk about, wasn't for recording. It was just for me. I'll give you the gist anyway.

Archangel Azrael told me how proud he was of me and that he was worried that the plans the spirits had for us were not progressing as they should. He told me that the energies were in turmoil; more than ever before, and it was affecting what they could influence. I asked him about the promise of a contract to support us. He said they were still working on it, but it was more difficult than they had envisaged, with the current turmoil in the energies. He didn't stay long, because he knew Jill was already weak from channelling Archangel Metatron in the morning.

So we were really surprised when, rather than Jill coming out of the trance; Archangel Chamuel came through. Jill was already weak.

When Jill is channelling it uses a tremendous amount of her energy. The entities use her energy to communicate either with her, or through her. There's a sliding scale of 'energy sapping', dependent on 'how' and 'who' she's channelling.

If she's talking to her spirit guide, she uses very little extra energy. If she channels a spirit, she uses more energy. If she channels a spirit who engages her in trance, so that the spirit is using her to speak; she uses even more energy.

If she channels angels, she uses yet more energy.

If she channels angels in trance, so that the angels speak to me directly; we're into energy sapping 'big-time'.

Now consider that the power of the angel determines the amount of energy they use from her.

Archangel Metatron, according to Jill, is the most powerful entity she's ever channelled and at first could only stay with him in very small time-frames.

Liken it to walking and running. Talking to her guide is like going for a stroll. Eventually you'll get tired, but you don't really notice it in short bursts. Channelling with Archangel Metatron is like running a marathon; except that all the energy goes in a few minutes. When the runners cross the line, they often fall over with exhaustion. Sometimes they're physically sick with the exhaustion; and often they collapse. Many times they're dehydrated too.

This is what Jill experiences. So when Archangel Chamuel came through, she'd done the marathon in the morning with Archangel Metatron; had half a day to recover; just done an 80-mile cycle race with Archangel Azrael, and was now about to do the 2.5 mile swim with Archangel Chamuel; to complete the Triathlon.

Archangel Chamuel wanted to introduce himself to me. He spoke with a very high pitched warm voice. Very soothing. He urged me to keep going and approach the media. He wanted me to give out a challenge to take 5 people and use my knowledge and wisdom to teach them positivity. Then he wanted me to take 10 and then 20; but do it through the media.

The world, he said, is becoming such a negative environment, which is having enormous shifts in the energy balance of the Universes. I explained that we must have an income stream if we're to do this. Our focus at present is on keeping our head above water. We currently have no income at present and have to generate some income. Archangel Chamuel said that 'they' had not experienced this kind of negativity before and needed to readdress the situation. I don't think he was talking about my personal negativity; but about the energy disruption that was happening on our planet.

I explained that Archangel Metatron had promised us a contract, to keep us going. He stated that Archangel Metatron wanted to talk to me to give me reassurance and explain, but that Jill was too weak to be able to handle it now. Then I pushed Archangel Chamuel a little, by asking him if we'd still be emigrating to California by the end of March, and he affirmed that we would. He then needed to leave because of Jill's energy levels.

When he left, Jill collapsed. She felt sick, was dehydrated and couldn't walk. I had to lift her out of the sofa and part carry her to the bathroom, because she was so weak. Then I had to help her to the kitchen to get some water to re-hydrate her.

We then went up to bed. As I was getting into bed she started to doze off. Or so I thought.

As I was moving around between our bedroom and our bathroom, I kept hearing her wittering about the dark and dark forces. I wasn't paying too much attention. She was wittering in a quiet low key voice. I thought she was thinking out aloud about what she'd experienced with Archangel Metatron, with the light and the dark. She was laid on her back in bed, very slightly sat up, in the position she normally adopts when she's reading.

I eventually climbed in bed and snuggled up to her, but she brushed me away with her left hand; very dismissive. I asked her what was wrong, but she didn't reply. Then I realised she was channelling yet again.

Glenn: Jill... Jill... Jill; are you still with me? Jill...?

Her face started to contort, more than I'd ever seen it before. She started to look like a gnarled, old witch. She was breathing noisily and deeply. She slowly turned to me on her left side, and started to speak to me in a really deep menacing voice .

Jill: I have her now.

Glenn: What?

Jill: She will be mine.

Glenn: Who are you?

Jill: Beelzebub. (Bee-ell-zee-bub) Eh. Eh. Eh Eh. (A wicked cackling laugh.)

Glenn: We don't need you. Go away!

Beelzebub: I will take her. She will be mine. Eh. Eh. Eh. Eh.

Glenn: No you damn well won't. We don't need you. We don't want you. GO AWAY!

At that, Jill slowly relaxed back into her 'normal' state; and I really thought that was the end of it for the night. How wrong could I be? She'd still not come back to me. Now I have to tell you; I was scared. This is the first time Jill has ever channelled an evil entity; and I was worried; so you can imagine what it might be like, wondering what the hell was coming through now.

She suddenly sat up in bed and started to bounce around, shouting out in an accent from somewhere between Virginia and Georgia in the USA. Her voice was incredibly enthusiastic, modulating up and down with passion and her body was extremely demonstrative. She was bouncing around like a rag-doll clown. Keep this mental picture in your mind as you read this dialogue. I've tried to make the spelling phonetic where I can, to give you a feel for the Southern drawl and the particular culture and accent.

Jill: Mah ohhh mah. Dat sure feel mighty goo-ood. I ain't felt dis good for a lonnng time.

She turned to me and started to talk. Her eyes were closed and she had a huge grin on her face. She was bobbing around, sat up in bed, like a huge rag-doll clown. She took hold of my hands with hers.

Jill: Do you feel the pahwer within you? Then it's about spreadin' that power. Like a torch lightin' a candle, lightin' a fuse, and it will blow mayn, it will really blow. But you gatta believe it, really deep down in the depths of your soul.

Do ya believe?

Glenn: (Very quietly, with uncertainty with what was happening.) Yes!

Jill: Now I ain't hearin' that. So well; do ya believe mayn? Come on (loudly) Ahhh believe!!! Ahh got the power!! Ah have the power to change mah destiny and control what happens to me; from the root of mah toes, to the tip o' mah brain. (Whispering now) You gatta believe! Tell me ya believe. 'Cos 'you' have that power. You have the ability to touch people's souls; and yet; you do not.

Understand the depths of the power you control. Ah know you, you really do... think too much. You create barriers where there 'are' no barriers. Instead of creatin' 'buts', create possahbilities.

(Louder) Go to the media. If the media won't listen, go to the news. If the news won't listen, go to the TV. If the TV won't listen, go to the people. Someone, somewhere, is gonna believe in you. It's gatta happen.

But it has to start with you being the ignition to the time bomb that 'will' explode.

Glenn: What's my message?

Jill: Pahwer to the people to believe in themselves. To understand and adapt, to appreciate other people's individuality, for whart it is.

Glenn: The behaviour again.

Jill: Exactly mayn! Ya gart it! Ya gart it! Ya gowin' on the rart ro-oad. You just gatta believe in yourse-elf. That's all it takes. It don't matter what somebody else thi-inks.

(Softly) It's what you feel and know to be true. For the truth within you creates your own rearlity.

Glenn: Tell me who you are.

Joshua: My name is Joshua. I was a servant. I served in a cotton plantation. But my main theme in life: I always remained pahsitive. I always saw the sunshine in everything that came through.

Glenn: Did you just get rid of Beelzebub?

Joshua: Well; Beelzebub was here to test you. But Beelzebub was also part of your own creation. There was a part of you that wondered what you saw, was actual reality, or a figment of your imagination; or hell. And you can create whatever you wish it to be-ee.

Glenn: Which I did; and sent him away.

Joshua: Exactly, 'cos part of you wanted to wonder whether or not that was evil, and another part of you sa-aw the goodness in things. And you got rid 'o dat thing as quick as a diddly squat mayn. You did go-ood. But don't 'ever' let things get you down.

When things happen, they happen for a reason, and you can choose, whether or not it be a good day, or a bahd day.

But this is the possahbilities of human kind. If you always see the good in things, you can create new oppahrtunities. So you go forth. But I have to go now, because... The medium... your wife; they say you like her to be known as; she tires. OK?

But I sure as hell know we'll speak one day again, 'cos as I beg mah britches, we're gonna meet again, 'cos me and you are real soul-mates. OK?

So you keep smilin' and you keep lookin'; and look for that silver linin', for if you look, you sure as hell are gonna find it. OK?

Glenn: Thank you Joshua.

Joshua: Oh you's welcome sir, you's mighty welcome. It's been a real pleasure.

Glenn: It's been a pleasure meeting you too.

Joshua: Blessings; and the love of the Lord to you and your family.

Jill slowly collapsed in total exhaustion. I couldn't even wake her up to see if she was OK. She hardly stirred that night, from the position she'd collapsed in.

Glenn's thoughts: Whilst Jill is channelling more, with profound information from the angels, we're still stuck in this 'catch 22' situation. We need income to survive. Even the likes of Mother Theresa and Mahatma Ghandi had support.

Perhaps an explanation is in order. When we put our house up for sale in May 2003, we planned to emigrate to Southern California. The housing market had been booming. We wound our business down, to concentrate on the move to California. There's a tremendous amount of planning to do. Add to that, the planning for undertaking a new business too. We'd let our staff go gradually, and we'd stopped promoting our business. Our business needs a three to six month lead-in time, so there's been no point trying to generate new business, if we aren't going to be here.

All our fortune is tied up in the house. We have very little pension. The sale of the house was going to allow us to have a new start. A new adventure in California; to help grow our pension for retirement.

The government increased the bank rate 5 times in almost as many months. They succeeded in halting the housing boom. Our house is at the 'thin end of the wedge' when it comes to buying and selling. The mean house price for the UK at the time of writing is £148,000 ($250,000). Our house is up for sale at £900,000 ($1,530,000). We have a £350,000 ($600,000) mortgage. We've all our fortune in the house. This is our retirement fund. We even tried reducing the house to £799,000, with no success. Property over £350,000 isn't selling. We're not on our own. Our house has been on the market now for over 1.5 years. We stopped promoting the company 2 years ago. The income we have achieved is from past customers who've got in touch. We've been having to start a marketing campaign to raise income, and assume we're not leaving.

But when the angels tell us we'll be leaving by the end of March 2006; where's the incentive to start a marketing campaign? It's a real catch 22 situation. If we left and rented, the rent wouldn't cover the costs.

We still don't have any evidence from the angels to give us the faith to push this hard. We had two promises. A contract to help keep us going; and that our house will sell, allowing us to emigrate to Southern California before the end of March 2006.

Now it seems we're getting excuses that these mat not happen yet. Our savings have all but dried up. We're into overdraft. Going out and getting jobs won't pay the overheads. We have to generate the kind of income needed to support this house.

This is why we put the house up fro sale, and decided to emigrate.

Now we're being 'pushed' to help the creator; which we're happy with; except we're reminded of an old saying:

"When you're up to your arse in alligators, it's difficult to remember you originally got into the water to drain the swamp."

We're frantically busy trying to earn money, just to keep our head above water; waiting for the house to sell; and at the same time being pulled by our values to take another direction.

Spirit don't seem to have a grasp on the reality of this world when it come to commerce. Yes, I could approach radio stations and TV and get interviews; but that doesn't pay the bills. It's purely PR (Public Relations). The PR gets exposure, which then takes time for paid work to materialise: 6 to 12 months.

Before I do that. I must get a book in print, which I'm currently working on too; but you don't write a book overnight which turns into a best seller.

Blind faith is a tremendous challenge and test. With our bills being paid for, I'd be happy to go for it. But until we get tangible signs from the angels, this work has to play second fiddle to generating income to keep the wolves from the door.