Cheetah On The Wing 4: The Higher Evolutions of Movement to the Hereafter

By Mitchell Krautant

The story starts out when I, homeless, went to my mother's house to bring her to religious holiness from her bad self. The book is like other books in the series and is highly religious. I got assaulted by her and pushed her against the wall because of it. She had me arrested. I went to jail with the onset of mental illness from being abused so

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mr.
• Release date: Sep 14, 2020
• ISBN: 9781952740114

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Cheetah

On The Wing4

By Mitchell Krautant

Copyright© 2020 by Mitchell Krautant

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Table of Contents

1. The Element of Possession

2. The Trial of the Negative Ones

3. The Creation Ability of the Mental Health Clinic

4. Presenting Change in Home City

5. Movement on Mission in the Radically Different City

6. The Presentation of Seers

7. The Waging of a War, Presented by the Immortal Ones

8. What the Hell is on that Beach?

9. The Seeking of the Phoenix

10. An Ending One Would Not Expect

Bibliography

1. The Element of Possession

What is there that can be seen from the higher aspects of large cities that describes some of their interactions with creatures of evil? Was it that many places had that effect, or was it something that held its own despite the interaction of religious facet s therein?

What I had seen up to that date, over the previous few months, was a heavy animation of evil forces within the cities that I had been called to. The goal of the Angels who surrounded me from time to time, was they were trying to give me enough of a warning. They wished to give me time to learn not only what to do when facing an enemy of a nature that was hard to understand. It was also a lesson in how I was to interact with people who had problems. Those who did not necessarily understand they were living in an area rife with the negativity of fallen Angels and demons.

How did I do in those environments? The drafting of my description was likely decent. I had found the errors of the places I visited; areas that contained communication to evil creatures like the Beast of the Apocalypse. I had seen the sideways viewpoints of domination of both Lucifer and Mephistopheles. The same day I learned to travel through time in order to be a solid figure to the higher messengers of God, or Allah, or Jehovah - whichever name you preferred, as each applies to the same Higher Being with different methods of leadership.

So how did I know I had done a good job? Because Angels among the Higher Being’s presence came to me on repeated occasions. They spoke to me about how things had gone, giving me a congratulations for what I had done, while giving me a heads up of what needed to happen next.

Now, as I rode the plane from LA to Yreka, California, I thought about what I sought to do. Based on what the man I had seen with the Angel Gabrielle, Jakutis, I got from him the idea of the possibility that Paris, the woman who falsely claimed to be my mother, an bit of bad news. Jakutis had said that the area he had been around was filled with Witches and Warlocks, all performing negative magic designed to enslave whichever humans were in that area.

Taking what he said as a potential indicator of what Paris was experiencing in Yreka, it became plain to me I should go and find a way to bring her upwards. This would allow her to get rid of the evils she portrayed, while helping her move to a different, honest dimension.

Paris abused me for years, so I wasn’t sure how it was going to play out. But I was sure I could try quite hard to bring her around.

There was nobody on the flight that I could tell who had a higher knowledge. But to fix that, I began to think hard about what I was to do there, and the mind-power of the girl I had seen at the airport. The one who had signaled to me she was also going to be sending me a message of what was occurring through thought to me, and upon receipt of that I was going to plan my actions accordingly.

I thought through how I would interact with Paris, for the purpose of getting an idea of how she perceived others, how her situation was, who she interacted with, and how she interacted with them. Additionally, I was planning on, if possible, orienting myself to some of the people there with the idea of bringing the area to a heavenly façade of goodness. Drawing into the place such things as Myths and Illusions in a way that allowed the people to find a positive aspect among each other, but also so they could move to a more pleasant place.

It was a lot to expect from a person who had very little support. But it was what I planned on, and to that I got off the plane. I found Paris sitting there on a bench ready to pick me up.

Boy, that was a hard ride, wasn’t it? I was watching the news and they said a plane went down in the mountains of California. I asked myself, ‘Was that you?’ And as I waited, I came under the idea it wasn’t you after all. Guess you got lucky, huh?

I could tell by the way she was talking a part of her had wanted me to be inside of the wrecked airplane. So, I began to ask her about what her fare for me was going to be like.

How are things going out here? Do you go to many places to find a job? I remember you said things here were really rough because you couldn’t earn much money. How is that, anyways? Are you able to work? I wanted her to describe the places she went around there, so I could get a heads up on whether or not she was able to communicate with the people there in an effort to do better. Her work was the beginning of my tour of those facts.

"Oh, man, it is so hard. I wanted to get a job at the hospital, but they won’t take me. My work experience at the logging company means nothing to these people. I’m thinking about going to San Diego, where your sister is. But she had already sent me away from there. She is horrible.

So, I am trying to care for your other sister. She is the one that gave me this truck. Get in and tell me that I’m driving poorly!" She said that to force me to talk about things I shouldn’t be talking about, like her control over the vehicle she drove.

I talked to Krishna the other day. She said you have been living homeless. That is what we expect from you.

That was a lie. As I knew it, nobody thought I should ever be homeless. The people who I had served in the military with would have each offered me a place to stay.

I am working on finding a house. I wanted to determine what her personal affairs were about. I was homeless because I was looking for a way to be a present father to my son. Tell me, have you been in touch at all with my ex-wife?

She sounded like she was lying. No, I have not. I wouldn’t call her, that is your job. But you can’t call her. Think about something else.

It became clear Paris was thinking that I should have nothing to do with my son. The way she was thinking was similar to the way she had abused me. She hated all the men she had been with, and she used my being a man against me in so many errant ways. She hit me, she lied to me, she tried to steer my sisters against me, she moved me away from my friends to five different High Schools, she offered me no support when I was in the Marines, and she took my ex-wife’s side when I was being dragged away from my son.

I said I am hungry. Is there any place around her where I can get something to eat? I have only about $20 on me, so over the next couple of days, perhaps you can help.

I will make sure you have enough to eat. Look there, across the street. See that Bear Café? That is a place where you can go get something to eat. You can also eat in the house. Not a lot, though. Just eat enough to keep you going.

Now what did that mean? It meant she wanted to keep me hungry, but for what reason? I began to think perhaps that was a Witch’s way of bringing errant feelings to the person they were trying to influence. So, I considered that, while trying to find out as much as I could about the people in the city that she interacted with.

The people who live here should be offering you a job, Paris. They should be helping you care for yourself. So why don’t they? Are you asking them for support?

"Oh, you know. Many of them do not want help. So, they take on things they cannot do. That is where I come in. I tell them how to live, and with that they listen, for sure, but then they go and try it and fail. So, what are they supposed to do about that? I tell them and tell them.

Look at that house over there. That place is occupied by a man who thinks every day is like Halloween. He has rummaged through his house and put up decorations all over the yard. Now, can you imagine what he can do? He has no job, but he still drives a tractor around in an effort to talk to homeless people here. And they listen to him.

Believe it or not, one of those homeless people came to my car in the parking lot of the grocery store. He told me the man who visited him gave him a job. Doing what? Putting up decorations in his front yard! Imagine that! That man is getting ahead, I’ll tell you. That’s something you should try!"

What that meant to me, as I thought about it, was she was doing what the man with the Halloween costumes wanted from her. Who was that man? Was he a Warlock? And the homeless man, what was he doing, helping the Warlock out?

He was bringing about an evil nature among those decorations. I noticed, by trying to put out my subliminal memory to them, many of the people were not into doing things correctly. No, they were seeking to use an element of magic that was coming from the Witches and Warlocks of the area.

Then, suddenly, I got the thought from them on a level of domination. They wanted to make the area I was heading to have a spiritual nature far and beyond what their personalities were. The reason?

Because the Witches and Warlocks of the town were trying to control their thought, their speech, and their actions, in a way that would give the few leaders there access to aspects of higher-level places – like a new planet in an area of new stars. And they were trying to force others to do their deeds for them.

I got word in LA from Jakutis that the town of Yreka was possessed by Witches and Warlocks. Facing Paris’ abuse, it was clear she was possessed also. In this event, she was driving me around while I was attempting to modify the environment to cause people to drive to new things, so they might be saved. And Paris, a victim of the Witches and Warlocks, was trying to prevent me from giving landscape exercises to others, while also trying to make me give the ability to her.

So how is the house working for you? she asked.

As she spoke, my subliminal mind got the idea that she wasn’t just talking about her house, she was talking about how the city was working for others.

I think it is really small. There is not much room to move around in there. That was true about the house, and on a different level, it was also true about the town.

Well, if you just walk around in there, and go outside sometimes, then you will get used to it.

What she was trying to have me do was what she had used as a method for existence from the negative ones in town. Walking around in there, and go outside were methods of moving one’s mindset to others. So, was it positive or negative?

I tested it. Where are we going now? To a store? I can tell by the wild way you are driving that you are on a road you don’t usually go on. I wasn’t sure this was so, but I wanted to see what her answer was.

Oh, boy, you are a bright one, you are! You don’t know anything about my driving. It is totally new to you, huh?

It wasn’t, really. She had driven me all the way here, about a year before, from Portland, Oregon. I knew how she drove. The reason she said that was because she was trying to interrupt my memory in a way that made everything I saw new.

Why?

I changed the question, If we go down this road, then take a left, go to the main road, and then take a right, that will take us by Wal-Mart. There I can get some food. What I meant was if she took the directions I gave her, she would come into understanding of how to survive the universe as it was put before her. And if she listened to me, then she would be letting me get food, meaning she would be giving me the grace of making a good decision.

The next thing she said was a fluctuation of understanding, a brief one, but a beginning.

But those roads don’t go to Wal-Mart! They go outside of town! Why are you giving me bad directions? Then, suddenly, she saw Wal-Mart appear right next to a house on the street I had identified. Oh wow, it is right there. You were right. How could you be right?

Reading her mind, based off what she was saying, because possessed people do not have their own thoughts - their thoughts are influenced by the occupying demon, it was clear she was alternating between being possessed, and then fighting for free thought.

Was that happening to most of the people in town, I wondered? So, I asked her, I have been to service inside of the Wal-Mart inside of Seattle. The staff there had a solid understanding of what the store had to sell, and they would walk around telling customers where to go. They were remarkably right. Does the Wal-Mart we are going to have the same service?

I, uh, I don’t know. I have never asked them where to go. Nobody does. That is strange, huh? Well, I guess we will find out today. She took the left-hand turn. I was certain, based on what she said, that almost nobody in town had the impetus of finding directions from each other. And that would make their perceptions very negative.

So, the problem I had was not just that Paris was possessed. It was a problem much larger than that. What should I do to fix it?

And then a radical idea came to me. Assuming that in certain locations – unsaid locations – there were people who knew, from isolation from the negative ones, how to maneuver to a positive experience, one that would bring them to Heaven. They were ignoring the others in the city. So, the answer was a deep one.

What I began to do, with the souls of the fallen in mind, was think towards the road or trails or sidewalk as we were driving. At each location I quickly noted where a positive, soulful place was in town, and I mentally projected a change of directions along the road.

I was making known distances to places equal a different direction. This would direct somebody trying to alleviate possession, not right to Wal-Mart. Instead, they would take a drive off the concrete and take a left along a field, to the other road, then, taking turns on instinct, end up at a home, or somewhere they would meet a holy person who could direct them to justice.

As I put the ideas down rapidly, Paris started to shake in the head. We were in the parking lot, and she could barely steer. I could tell she was getting alternate ideas about where to go and was looking for a way out of that mindset.

She drove right next to the first person she saw – a homeless man- and said, Its real cold out here! Do you want a jacket? Here, take this money. You can go in and get a jacket! She gave him a fistful of money.

I could tell she had become really confused with the knowledge I had put on the road.

But she was trying to escape it. If she kept on going down that road, she would find out what the errors were in the negative Witches and Warlocks overcoming her. And she would be able to escape.

What are you doing to find a job, my friend? If you see one, please let me know!

The man who spoke was, I was sure, seeking the rapid impetus of what I had put on the streets. He was a man who had to face many obstacles, ones that ultimately made him homeless. I could tell he was seeing the presence of direction as a way out of his unnecessary situation.

He was one to be saved.

I certainly will, my good friend! I’m new to town, but I will definitely look. You go look too! A job you will have soon. And maybe, you will even meet someone who will drive you to a different town! Take it easy, my friend!

I got a clear picture of a Priest in town that drove to other cities to get food. The Priest would help him survive. All was going well.

We went into the grocery store and there I got a movie to play on Paris’s TV.

Absolutely none of the workers there helped me find it. They were all walking from one to the other, looking confused. I was certain it was due to the magic I had brought them.

At the grocery store, I read over the people to the best of my ability. It actually worked. I got from them the sense that almost none of the people knew how to handle life without an unknown factor they didn’t understand, but tried to work through. They each had an input of people that spiraled them into situations they couldn’t get through. I was sure that the effervescence I had put on the street would send many of them to a different means of leadership.

From there, we went to Paris’s house. She lived in a rental room that was almost completely void of furniture. She had a video player and watched movies on it. I asked her to give me a tour of the house, but she didn’t want to. So, I walked through by myself. When I was done, I told her I was going out to find a place to eat.

Walking to the restaurant, I had thoughts that came from the places I had been to. My thoughts of both Seattle and LA were such that I recognized different elements of those two places had been trying to move themselves and others in their surroundings to holier places. That was high on my list of things to accomplish.

How can a person bring forth the items of Mythology, for example? How can a person fix the place around them in such a way that it keeps the evil ones away in an environment where they could not have a negative impact on the good people around there? In other words, how is a person to make it so that they would get selected for Heaven?

Reflecting on this, I pulled out my book, The Prognosis of Beginning, which was the edition I had received from the man on Michael’s website. I considered going over it at my next stop.

Down the road, I came to the Bear Café and went inside with my book, hoping to something to eat as I read. I sat at the customer’s counter and ordered a cup of coffee. The woman who helped me, named Susan, was younger than I, and a really good waitress. As I watched the people working, it became clear to me that virtually every one of them were elements of the Fables and Myths that some of believed existed.

To check, I opened the book to a random page, asking myself, Are these people really parts of the creation of Myths and Legends?

The page where I put my finger had the following sentence. How does one expect to be ram-shackled along the weave? It is the synergy of knowledge that brings one to a higher plane!

In other words, it meant that those people had a direction to go. If they succeeded based off what they knew, then they would be able to move through the fibers of being that were to take them to a higher status of being. That was proof. They were Myths existing within the direction of those who came for business.

I looked over the book as a whole. The first story talked about how a mentalist walked through the damaged buildings of an area on a foreign planet. It had been looked at and invaded by an alien intelligence, pushing those who lived there into spaceships to escape. The whole area was abandoned, and the man looking at it was getting the current destroyed presence within the area, while also getting memories from a long time past that involved what had actually happened.

After the people had identified the risk, and after they, for the most part, boarded spacecrafts, the enemy aliens launched a nuclear attack on the planet and destroyed virtually every building there.

A few chapters later, the book described a man who went out on a boat, in an evasion of the legal authorities. They were holding space on the other planet away from the people there.

The man landed his boat, and on his walk in the mountains, came to find a damaged, older spacecraft with a different key and function than any he had seen previously. He went inside and found a host of aliens who had their minds destroyed by a condition which dragged them into a full presentation of Death. As a result, they stood there shaking and unaware for a long period of time, disabled. He noticed they were extremely negative, and to take presence of the ship, he gathered weapons from his boat and went in to kill them.

What he didn’t know was they had belonged to the forces that had attacked and killed his original planet when he was young.

So, what did that mean? I could tell reading over the book was what Jessica would want. The story reminded me of facets of Jessica’s beliefs. How in LA, she described to me that vehicles of the future and a different time operated.

The characters there, inside The Bear Cafe, were elements of different places and locations, ones only seen in the rhyming of Mythology. It became clear as I sat there that they wanted to move to a better place. How did I know? I asked the waitress Susan before me.

You guys have a lot of food. This menu has a lot on it. Do you know all those men and women you work with? The ones in the kitchen? She was well spoken, so I thought I would ask her a question about the place as a whole.

She put her hands on her hips, leaning forwards as she thought. "I have a lot of experience with them. They are good chefs.

That guy there, his name is Aubrey, he is the head chef we have on right now. His creation of pot pies and butterfly steak and stew is so good that we think he should own part of this place.

Are you going to order something, my friend?"

I was thinking about getting some pie.

What I really meant was that I wanted the cooks to itemize where they were trying to get, by putting the ideas of where they were attempting to go into the presentation of the pie. This could happen from them choosing specific formulas for recipes and choosing flavors that would describe, on a fulcrum of notes, what it was they were trying to accomplish.

What kind do you want?

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