Grandpa 2050: The Ego Hunger Gamers Ignore The Space Brotherhood
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Kids, gather in close—because during those times, the EHGers gave us souled lightworkers the kind of challenges that would make even the angels pinch the bridge of their nose and sigh. I was, if you can believe it, placed in charge of the Yellow Ray back then. God entrusted it to me to embody. In simple terms: I was supposed to be one of the wisest people on Earth during the Spiritual Revolution.
Now, I say “supposed to be,” because even I got mixed up sometimes. Chuckles.
We had so many false channelings floating around that if you weren’t careful, you’d need a cosmic compass just to make it to breakfast. Messages contradicting each other, ascended beings talking over one another like they were all trying to squeeze through the same doorway, and me in the middle going, “Okay… who actually said that?”
And kids, let me tell you… Prime Creator’s Christ Mission was no simple walk in the park. Try doing anything—anything—after losing your memory, your mind (briefly), your friends, your job, your income, and then being told, “Alright champ, go save the planet.” That’s the mission we had!
Meanwhile, the EHGers—oh, they had it easy. They rode on the backs of those doing the heavy lifting like tourists on a spiritual tour bus. I’d keep trying to flick them off my back, shooing them away like cosmic mosquitoes, but they’d climb right back on, compelled to ride someone braver into the fifth dimension. Half the time they were taking selfies while they did it!
Now, evicting EHGers from my frequency field… hoo-boy. That was a delicate business. They were smooth operators. They thrived on the comfy stuff: normalcy, apathy, routines, rituals, anything that wouldn’t poke their growth edges. They adored not being challenged.
Which, honestly—why incarnate on Earth then? LOL. The Earth syllabus is “Challenge 101” with a required lab in “Soul Stretching.”
Here’s a funny one, kids… while I was over here asking the heavens for backup, some EHGers tried to date me. But they wouldn’t even show me a picture of themselves! Imagine that—trying to court someone from behind a pixelated quantum curtain.
Then the Great Galactic Commanders started showing up—majestic, luminous beings, the real thing. I shared their messages far and wide. World Teacher & Friends even became a hub for early First Contact transmissions. You’d think that would impress people, right? Space Commanders descending with wisdom from beyond the stars?
Nope. Not the EHGers.
Remember—back then, the rule was simple:
The more important something was… the less people were interested in it.
So First Contact basically premiered like one of those movies where the theatre is empty except for a janitor and maybe a raccoon sneaking popcorn.
Recognizing the Space Brotherhood was one of my gifts—clear as day. But to the EHGers, it was all, “Oh, you mean the Space Botherhood?” Not worth their attention, apparently. Which is funny, considering some of them would scream into their pillows at night from loneliness and the feeling of cosmic abandonment.
And then when their space family arrived?
Ignored them like spam mail!
Anyway, kiddos… the EHG is over now. We survived that era. But every now and then you can still feel the lingering static in the collective field, echoes from a time when even the top lightworkers got knocked down by the Ego Hunger Games so often, their ego practically won by default.
And as you all know… ego is not unity.
Never was.
Never will be.
Aho.