Introduction of my contactee – the Mariann

What is not visible outwardly is all the greater. In my case, life-changing. That is how I want to begin my presentation of the Mariann.

The Mariann

Mariann is her name as a human being, but as the pixies says when there is only one such lovely specimen that is like her, it is definite form that applies, i.e. the Mariann (Mariannen in Swedish). She is a lot and, well, I can say that what I have written about brownies, pixies and others, is only a small part of her life. That I write often about the little ones is because the little ones are not dimensional work for me, just pleasure. That's kind of the nice side of my diplomatic life.

The life medic

The tough side of my life is far beyond what most people can understand. Each of us who finds ourselves at the front of battles needs his or her own life medic. A universally knowledgeable one who knows how to get you in particular back together after missions. Who knows all about all kinds of toxic matter and can get it out fast. If it stays in the body, it can quickly become serious because if it is phased in (materialized), the damage can become permanent or, in the worst case, become life-threatening.

She has an intense job, because say when I'm not the rebel at the front and liberating. She often piece me together daily, patiently. Also, when the injuries are serious, she gets to work on getting me back into my body as well. Together we have found many good methods to locate, loosen barbs with the slightest pain, drain poison, get parasites out and much more. I could easily write a book about just this but to get to the important point as straight as I can, I say: Without the Mariann as a life medic, I wouldn't have survived.

The home guard

To make a comparison to nature beings: When pixies goes out of the house to defend The Mother, they do what only they can. Empty, the house empty, the forests empty and not just on boys, nope, girls too goes out to defend, of course. Everyone is out except for a few small ones whose life is at home doing crafts. It's these ones who makes sure that when the armies returns home, they have a home to come to. That's the home guard and the Mariann is one of those.

The story reader

The Mariann is my publisher, copy-editor and neighbor. This means daily walks between our houses. Reading aloud gives a much better sense of flow so it will be every time the script is printed. Reading aloud is story reading time for brownies. Then we all gather in her room by the fireplace for the reading aloud. Now brownies have a lot of say at her house. Tea and script cake is required, otherwise it will not be possible to read. And it'll be the Mariann who reads as I read too fast because I am still ashamed of my works, so I like to haste a little. The Mariann reads them as one should. Words are like script cakes, you should have plenty of time to taste them, all of them.

The portal guardian

Flower portals are rare but Mariannen has one in her kitchen. She has almost as many as I have in my house but my flower portal is 10 meters outside the house. Therefore, her house is a natural gathering place for us and often Wirginia as well. the Mariann is so at home with the portals that she doesn't say anything. For example, when I was sitting on the throne and was about to drop a brick and found myself ending up at an extraterrestrial conference, with the roll of paper in my hand! I rushed out and asked why she hadn't said anything! No, it was so obvious so it was nothing. The next one was when I happened to sit down at her UFO spot and she didn't say anything then either. That's the downside of being as experienced as me, you take for granted that I know everything. In any case, I don't know if there's a portal on the toilet until I'm stuck in the dilemma.

The diplomat

Mariannen is experienced like few. That's easy when you are close to me. My everyday life is in and out of different realities. This means that Mariannen is an experienced diplomat. She recognizes lots of different types of visitors, knows how to communicate with them and understands them. Diplomacy or dimensional diplomat are not words she uses, it's so obvious to respond to them that she doesn't think about it. Instead, she offers them a place at the kitchen table and puts on tea. Now for her words:

The Mariann shares

Full house

I am fortunate that I have a large house, garden and a forest hill so all beings of various kinds find their favorite accommodation with me. The small beings who are with me daily are the Mini-Scripts (I gave them that name. A particular race of pixies, 40 cm in hight). They came into my life one day when I was copy-editing at my desk, which was filled with script paper from Mikael. Script for the book "The way angels want to be understood" I think it was.

The entry of Mini-Scripts

When Mikael entered the room, he noticed that something was different in the room, a quiet focus, a bit like the atmosphere of a library. Later noticed more and more of their personality and how they created their accommodation in the room next to my publishing office. My life has been enriched so by living next door to the Mini-Scripts. With their interest in books, they give me drive and inspiration. So you could say that Mikael has more publishers than just me.

Never too late for a new profession

As a pensioner, I took the exciting job of being a publisher with transformative cosmic events every day. Scripts are in stacks and that's just the beginning of all the books he's written, waiting to be published and read. And I enjoy reading them, they are all equally timeless depictions with so many new and thought-provoking ways of seeing different realities. When others take "one-a-day vitamin", I get a refreshing brain-office-rush.

A live portal key

Yes, I have portals but it is with Mikael it happens. He unlocks at lightning speed and quickly you're there. Through this, I have gained my understanding of how a human being can be a living portal key. When he turns the key, he turns the whole reality. "Poof" and you're somewhere else and everything around disappears. I'm probably, as Mikael says, more hardened than I realize. With Wirginia it is the same, although not as dramatic as with Mikael, she is less stormy. It's more like suddenly you see one more empty cup on the table afterwards.

What I'm involved in, I get to read about

For me, Mikael's books are not just books, I am on the fringes of what is happening. The incredible events turn into reality that happens in another time. When I get to read about what I've been through with Mikael, it lands and settles into place in my mind. I'm in direct report from the cosmos. I think it's helped me get hardened as he calls it.

The portal visits

Wirginia and I take turns to be anchors and intermediaries and document reactions and events at the daily portal openings. With one leg in this reality and one in the portal, I see and hear what dimension Mikael is in and who he meets. I never cease to marvel that there are constantly new events and beings that Mikael encounters. But as he says "The cosmos is a very big place".

Healing of multiple bodies

Late in life came my search for peace and purpose for my soul, so when I found Mikael's books, courses, and himself, I felt that here is what I was looking for, like coming home. I gave myself a weekend course about Nature Beings as a birthday present and it opened up a whole new world for me. Then continued to go Omnihelande I – III (a curative course) and that's the foundation I rest in as I cleanse and cure bodies here and in many parallel times.

The office is cosmic relaxation

As a balance to the dimensional/cosmic life, I cave in to bookkeeping, scripts to be edited and pack and send ordered books. A break in the summer is usually to drive the new riding mower that we have invested in together. Mikael is a hedge digger for us and I a lawnmower for him, who's chugging by from time to time like a true pensioner on the lowest gear.

Introduction of my contactee – Stella

 Who are they? My colleagues and contactees. I'll start with my undefeated warrioress Stella.

My boss

Stella is no rising star. She's my boss on board the United Fleet. We have many relationships because we exist in many parallel times and thus many bodies and missions. On board the United Fleet, she oversees large parts of the organization and efforts concerning the Earth, nature beings and humans.

Problem solver

She is most often on the run on the Fleet and is needed everywhere. It can be said that her function is often to be a problem solver. Consultant would be the wrong word because when some are stuck, they are stuck in old thoughts regardless of the subject. Stella, who partly is like 100% pixie, knows the saying well and lives it. "If it's going to be rethought, they're going to be pixies doing it." But also being a problem solver is a false description because she doesn't focus on the problem like those who get stuck do. No, she focuses on the solution. She'd rather not finish listen to the explanation of the problems because for her it's just a lineup of thoughts that are stuck. "Speed up and get to the heart of the problem so I can give you the solution. I have 13 more meetings after this." It's not properly cited but gives a sense of how she's like.

The contact card

She always has a wonderful flock of nature beings around her and with her. My contact card I have for her is a photo of her shoes! It's true! So, if I'm going to get a hold of her, I can't use a photo with a background because it can make me aim the wrong way. So when I can't find her, it's the shoes I'm looking for because there I'm sure she is, even when she's on the go. Our day is often night on board so it happens that I get there when Stella is sleeping. Then I come to a little night pixie that has as her task to watch over her at night. She often sits and crochets and offers me a small glass of lemonade as we sit there and whisper for a little while.

In battles

In cosmic wars, we often fight side by side but rarely in the same army. She has a reputation, justified such, of intimidation long before a blow. Her names are known, one of which can be translated as God Killer. Without her, the children of the Mother (nature beings) would not have been lasted. Stella is the most impatient of us. If it's not before or during a battle, she can't wait. Stella is like a pack of wolves facing the defense of the Realm of the Mother. They impatiently roam all the time in a giant flock, often in figure eight, and then, when the signal is given rush right on without thought of their own life. 'Full frontal assault' is her melody. It may look simple but requires precision, both psychologically and in terms of timing of all units and their movements. It usually brings the least losses and she cares about her warriors, believe me. Every single one.

The conclusive step

Now I have forgotten what year it was but I remember well our secret negotiations and my joy when she chose to take the risky but absolutely crucial step of boarding and becoming part of the United Fleet. The danger was that then she would become visible or more visible than before. We also discussed it on Earth, which we do because human perspectives are crucial for informed decisions. I dare not think about if she'd not joined. If not, the decisive offensive for the Mother hadn't been set in motion in January 2020. We also met in the phase when she weighed whether to leave Earth with human completely. Then she would retreat to the Realm of the Mother and for good closed the door.

More roles

We all have our life medics and I am Stella's here on Earth. I'm the one who piece her together after battles and/or attacks. They know how we people work on Earth so they've gone after her four-legged friends. I've saved their lives a few times. Stella, or rather whoever she is behind, is coveted. She has eluded patriarchy for millennia. Either way, healing injuries is necessary to regain full force. Injuries in parallel bodies are all noticeable here and some of the injuries can develop into serious illnesses in human bodies. Briefly described is that I find the damage here on Earth. Led by the pain, and then I can pull out a spear and heal there. I am an experienced life medic and use anesthesia afterwards because then my patient comes in deep final healing sleep. All pains and symptoms have ceased when they wake up.

Telepathic reporting

We talk often but not always. Reporting between us on Earth is often quite funny. We call on the phone not knowing why, feel like we have something to say but just exchange a few words. Then there's the telepathic transmission, the one that's between some of our part selves. I mean, we as human beings are carriers of so many part-selves that we become like living connection centers. The funniest thing is when we both say we have nothing more to say and so we haven't talked for 15 minutes. Hangs up.

As in heaven

Of course Stella has a job on Earth but it's not within what I can talk about. She's down to earth, hands-on and sharp as hell. I love her sharp skills. I get a shudder at her ability to verbalize and even more so her sharp and quick intellect. I enjoy traits like that. If plans roll on as they should, which there is nothing else to indicate, you will find her more public in near future. She'll take over when I am leaving. However, we seem to be getting an overlap time, according to recent changes of time. Now I leave the floor to Stella herself:

Stella's story

I am human here on Earth. With all that this entails. I face the same challenges as everyone here, like relationships, finances and job. What sets me apart from many is that I analyze, see problems from more aspects and through more planes. What I choose to act on is always a conscious choice. Without Mikael, I wouldn't have found a home in myself. I have been subjected to rough attacks with deep wounds. The wounds are today closed but are visible – albeit bleached – scars. You don't reach me through my wounds but I'm too damaged to unfold my full potential here on Earth.

Despite my injuries, I am always me, albeit in new in-depth form. I am always looking for references and reference points to verify my experiences and what I actively choose to act on. I don't act in affect — I choose.

I always stand up for justice. I see through lies, fake games and hidden agendas with ease. No one escapes my gaze and mind. This makes many people afraid of me, showing the naked reality is something that scares people. It took me a long time to understand that people get scared of me which is completely incomprehensible to me. I am not the one who created the naked truth I show by exposing the lie. Still, it's me people get scared of. It's like shooting the messenger because you don't want to hear the message.

I have fought many battles, both here on Earth and on other planes, in other galaxies. Even though they express themselves differently depending on where I am and what it is, they are always the same within. It is always an honor to be trusted to lead an army to battle with everyone who follows me, everyone who fights our wars. I haven't started any war, every war is a defense. I have been under attack since I was born, both here on Earth and in the cosmos. I breathe defense and self-defense and choose to put myself first in the front line.

My introduction to the Fleet quickly became very active. I started by jogging around, didn't have the peace of mind to sit still. Meetings were always on a standing or jogging foot. Quickly, more people on the United Fleet joined me and we are all focused on the Mother and Earth. What is happening on Earth is a terrible assault on everything she stands for, all the life she has given. They don't only want to wipe her out but modify her with their own technology so that she will forever be distorted beyond recognition.

Pixies and all the beings of the Mother are a completely natural part of my everyday life. It was Mikael who made me realize that what I experienced as natural, obvious and warm are other beings. They've always been with me and are here now, they're a part of me. I hear them more easily today and they talk from inside me. It's like a natural inner voice and I get it verified by Mikael who is being able to repeat the exact words and sentences they've told me. Telepathy sounds too strange, this is my everyday life.

I have had many visitors to my House over the years. It always starts the same, they are taught the rules of the House that here we all take care of each other. If you do not understand, you take the help of an interpreter, that you do not hear is not an excuse for not taking care of one another. Then we great them all quite equally, we start by showing where the food is and where they can sleep. Then we live together and it is up to the being, God or another, to coexist with us. Several Gods have released their distance between their atoms to be our size.

I'm not a verbose woman. I am a warrior with a warm inside. I'm happy to answer questions! You find me on Patreon.