Last night before falling asleep, I asked who Metatron is, and I got an image of a beach. There were a group of us, with some teenagers, swimming in the ocean. At one point, I got worried about the sea creatures there, but figured they’re probably where the water goes deeper. I was standing on solid ground. It seemed it was a small island, and I was standing outside the building that was there, watching. There a couple small boats there, one of them for workers. After a while, the water started to get a bit rough, and stormy, but … Continue reading Rough