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Over the Far North

The Messenger’s journey to Korea began on a cold October morning in Colorado. His flight would carry him across the Pacific, brushing the norther arctic and taking him over the wilds of Russia and then south to the city of Seoul.

We shared the plane from Denver to San Franscisco with 50 Korean school children who, before takeoff and at the request of the flight staff, sang in unison the Korean and American national anthem. The plane filled with the sound of children’s’ voices. These children would make the long flight with Marshall to Seoul. His relationship with the Korean people had already began.

In Denver, the airline made Marshall put his bag under the plane, a minor request of government in return for his freedom to journey wherever he needs to go on Earth to bring the New Message from God to people waiting to receive it.

Departing San Francisco, our plane passed above the mountains of northern California, an important location in the reception of the Allies of Humanity briefings several decades ago. From there, our plane arced further north, over the inland passage of Alaska, the Aleutian islands and then away, past the final edge of North America and into a vast expanse of blue ocean.

After some hours we struck land once again: the upper arctic of Russia and the coastal mountains of Kamchatka. Sweeping mountain ranges stretched to the edges of the horizon and beyond – an enormous wilderness without roads or settlements, snowswept and empty. Night was now falling over North America, but morning was illuminating the frosted peaks and large rivers far below us. As our plane turned south, the snow receded from the landscape, clinging only to a few remaining peaks. Now we entered a region of lakes and tundra, still empty for many miles until a small settlement appeared, and then a road, and then a small coastal port. After this our plane left land once again, flying down across the sea of Okhotsk until we reached the small peninsula of Korea.

Korea was green and forested. Farms filled the valleys in a patchwork of pale yellow and blue, which appeared to be either greenhouses of fish farms. The hills were pristine, with healthy forests and few structures. Instead the valleys were the site of humanity, like veins of civilization, small leading to large, large ultimately leading to Seoul.

More images, videos and stories in the days to come…