www.firethegrid.org http Fire the Grid I — Be One. The earth’s vibration has been increasing steadily since July 28, 2009 and many feel it quite acutely. Accelerated consciousness is spreading everywhere as humans become ever more present and accountable for their role in the energetic creation of a new world. Previously “hidden” or inaccessible portals containing wake up codes for the Soul are making themselves known to many, in ways we had only dreamed of previously. Today, we are thrilled to share the next date. As some have now realized, the FTG events have been a countdown, beginning with FTG III back on July 17, 2007 and moving forward. The trilogy of FTG events has been vital to begin the healing of the earth grid while raising our collective consciousness to facilitate this transition into a new paradigm. The next and final FTG energy date is November 11, 2011 at 11:11 GMT. This date has again been given to Shelley by her guides, wonderful otherworldly beings she has described as liquid light in appearance, and immeasurably Loving. Vibrationally, November 11, 2011 at 11:11 GMT is the most substantial energy date of the three thus far. It will be encoded as the previous two with highly charged awakening potential as a cosmic opening rains down creative energy upon the earth. All three FTG dates have been shared with us so that we might heal our planet all while reconnecting with our Divine origin by truly living the lives our Souls intended for us before we arrived …

Big and Rich 8th of November Lyrics Said Goodbye to his moma As he left south dakota To fight for the Red, White and Blue He was 19 and green with a new M16 Just doin what he had to do He was dropped in the jungle Where the choppers would Rumble With the smell of Napalm in the air Then the sergeant said, Look up ahead Like a dark, evil cloud 1200 came down On him and 29 more They fought for their lives But most of them died In the 173rd Airborne. On the 8th of November, The angels were crying As they carried his brothers away. With the fire raining down And the Hell all around There were few men left standing that day. Saw the eagle fly, Through a clear, blue sky 1965, the 8th of November. Now he’s 58 And his ponytails gray But the battle still plays in his head He limps when he walks, But he’s strong when he talks About the shrapnel they left in his leg. He puts on a grey suit Over his Airborne tattoo And He ties it on one time a year And remembers the fallen, As he orders a tall one And swallows it down with his tears. On the 8th of November, The angels were crying As they carried his brothers away. With the fire raining down And the Hell all around There were few men left standing that day. Saw the eagle fly, Through a clear, blue sky 1965, the 8th of November. Saw the eagle fly, Through a clear, blue sky 1965. On the 8th of November, The angels were crying As they carried his brothers away. With the fire raining down And the Hell all around There were few men left …