Analysis
Does this mean “Eva killed ‘god’”?
Yes. Why not? 
I killed something, and we fought as hard as ever I would have thought was possible for me, and in the aftermath every spirit I trust and work with has confirmed this to a thousand insecure whiny little questions I threw at them, and also, the imagery I saw and the locations that we visited and where we battled indicate that what I killed was what I intended to kill.
I can’t answer beyond that, for a start there is NOT a singular god with intention that wills things be one way and judges us when we do them another way, of this I’m as certain as it’s possible to be, and I feel I’ve earned the right to my certainties, though as ever, believe what you want and I won’t insist you make my thoughts become your own.
It’s entirely likely that this thing had emanations and aspects that appeared in different forms and in different people’s work, because – this is very important – I know for a fact that this needed to be a group effort, and that what I defeated on Thursday the 8th was not the full picture of what needed to be done.
But neither will I downplay it with false modesty and talk of “just lil’ ole me” because the extraordinary physical nature of the location, and the presence of the persons I saw there, indicated that this does at least affect people to whom I’m genetically or spiritually linked, real people and not “reality tunnel” extras or thought forms. You could have knocked me down with a feather when I first saw those sleeping strangers in the bedrooms.
The people sleeping were, I believe, souls of my ancestors who have reincarnated (I’m guessing some strangers, maybe with familiar cheekbones and cast of eye had some weird dreams around then!) and perhaps some other souls who may be linked to me – I don’t know.
The kinds of projects I undertake have become increasingly on a scale where it would be counter-productive for me to ask for information I don’t need, because I already have enough on my mind, and I don’t need this, so I’m going to let that go – they were there for a reason, I think their presence helped me, and I’ll let that be.
The older man who represented my ancestors as a conscious aware being (because remember the sleepers never really woke up) was recognisable to me, the soft blues eyes I’ve seen in all kinds of faces that resemble my own, and the curve of ear, etcetera.
And I know that together, we utterly annihilated some thing, the force which I have been at war with and have despised almost all my life, and that the things I saw and did that day will forever amaze me and give me cause to feel proud.
But I need to make very clear that this does not mean other people in other battles had a lesser task, I just plain am not qualified to comment on what anyone else did, especially because I know that the people who took part in this were drawn to this work for important reasons, and given my habit of shunning information I don’t need (to avoid craziness), I’m simply giving the full and honest account of what I did, and not trying to second-guess or speak for other people.
Just before I left the house to return to normal spacetime, my spirits told me that I could return to walk in the house again, if I wished – and I have done so.
Physically.
This is beyond strange to me, and it’s mostly personal now so I won’t share details, but I’ve been back there, I walked (and, again, tapped the floors with my toe) – I’ve sat on the old cat-clawed sofa, feeling the fabric with my hands, breathing in the wonderful familiar memories and the distinct vibrations of Home.
I don’t understand how this can happen, but happen it does – I don’t know any more than that, except that it sounds crazy and I struggle to believe it myself.
That happened on Thursday 8th, I keep strange hours and I’m being intentionally vague about the precise time, as I was advised to be.
The following 2 days I did many smaller workings, including welcoming the esteemed Duke Cohzier on Friday 9th September, I also visited that house again to rest and to marvel, I read and ate too much fruit, and then along came Sunday: 9/11.