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I'm glad. Sometimes I feel like I'm speaking Greek here. I try to be very clear.

Of all the places in the world to find others that have experienced similar...this is the place. I was not prepared however to find how selfish and all out dominating, some would be.

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I just want to offer my musing about the crop circle today after I looked at it for a bit...




For me it seems to be a representation of Pandora's 'Box'...this one however in 'cube' form.

If I am reading the directions correctly it seems one must push equally on all sides simultaneously to open as indicated by the arrows.

Instead of attempting to pull it apart, one must push in.

The perhaps it will pop open.




That is what I was able to glean from the image.



Just to note, I have mentioned a few times, I don't often remember my dreams any longer. It was quite distressing for me for sometime but now I have grown use to it.

I woke with one this morning that I found so curious I relayed it to another before I had seen the crop circle image.


Take it for what it is...

A Dream.


I was in a type of rubble field. I unearthed a tin-type box out of a wall which surprisingly broke away very easily.

I sensed the wall and the box had been there for some time.


When I opened the box, within it lay an assortment of 9-12 large precious jewels. A Diamond, Ruby, Emerald, and so on.

All different, priceless, and set carefully apart as to display each individually.

Each lay in its respective spot, but was held in place by no means I could glean.

I found that curious with them having been in the box so long and not gently removed from the wall.

The battle...as always....is for hearts and minds.

A battle of relevence.

The armaments are for stigmatizing and injecting fear.

Its about where the eyes are pointed. The necks fixed.

It is said even God can't mess with Freewill. Do you think that is true?


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The Greater Initiation involves a ritual death and rebirth which occurs on both the physical and spiritual levels for the initiate. It is visionary and shamanic in nature and forces the initiate to face himself and all that he has been within the boundaries of his own soul. Like all deaths and rebirths, this ritual strips away old identities and assumptions. The little self of this lifetime is subsumed into the greater Self, and the initiate is irrevocably changed.

This rite is reserved for only the strongest minds, for any who are weak or filled with fear may not survive the initiation. Their minds can be blown away like dry autumn leaves in the face of the totality of who they are.
~The Vampire Codex

Has that happened to you?

Something very similar, yes. Closing in on 6 years ago.

I was trying to show how it all kinda fits together. Different ways of telling the same story.

The Force, The energy, Kundalini, Shakti, magic, etc..

I remember I exchanged punches with someone/some thing. Immediately after, I felt the energy I gave out was moved, it made sure I met the one it was moved to, I punched like a man would. It was a woman with a black and blue bruised face, one that looked like she had been punched repeatedly. I knew then, what it was telling. This is just one of the several things leading up to my experience, I've only mentioned one or maybe another since it happened.

There was certainly an incident which seemed to trigger it, for me.

I don't like talking about it much though.

The next day, everything changed. Like Harry Potter dropped off in Diagon Alley without Hagrid as a guide..

So how are you coping with the anger and lust for vengeance?

I'm rarely troubled by either.

I've lived 6 years like this. This is my normal.

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your response is well received all round

The Greater Initiation involves a ritual death and rebirth which occurs on both the physical and spiritual levels for the initiate. It is visionary and shamanic in nature and forces the initiate to face himself and all that he has been within the boundaries of his own soul. Like all deaths and rebirths, this ritual strips away old identities and assumptions. The little self of this lifetime is subsumed into the greater Self, and the initiate is irrevocably changed.

This rite is reserved for only the strongest minds, for any who are weak or filled with fear may not survive the initiation. Their minds can be blown away like dry autumn leaves in the face of the totality of who they are.
~The Vampire Codex

I hope your brother is well, Seer

a Friend, maybe not the best one, but I tried...

:)

(your little image reminded me of the song)

I remember I exchanged punches with someone/some thing. Immediately after, I felt the energy I gave out was moved, it made sure I met the one it was moved to, I punched like a man would. It was a woman with a black and blue bruised face, one that looked like she had been punched repeatedly. I knew then, what it was telling. This is just one of the several things leading up to my experience, I've only mentioned one or maybe another since it happened.

Thank you. I recently learned how to make an awesome risotto which I also just found out, is one of my brother's favorite foods. Mushrooms are suppose to be very beneficial after surgery. So I'll be making some for him.

I miss talking with you. Hope to catch up soon. Have a merry Christmas.

There was certainly an incident which seemed to trigger it, for me.

I don't like talking about it much though.

The next day, everything changed. Like Harry Potter dropped off in Diagon Alley without Hagrid as a guide..

likewise

I assure you

I haven't been back to Telegram since the last time we spoke. My tablet hasn't even been turned on. I wasn't sure what I would find when I did, so I still haven't..

I knew you would know where to find me.

I got pulled back to the other site a few times and noticed some drama there. Hope that is all settled and no longer causing stress.

I feel like I have a " keep away" blinking sign. I like trust, but its hard to even think of for me right now, I hope that part of my life returns at some point.

Trust is tricky. It's a bit like faith and faith is hope, in a belief.

Trust people as far as you can. Don't force it. I find having general respect for another's humanity and all that entails, to work for me.

It's more the fear of running off the good, I can't help but think " what if it was trying to help me? And I fucked it up? That kind of trust, in oneself to know".

It's more the fear of running off the good, I can't help but think " what if it was trying to help me? And I fucked it up? That kind of trust, in oneself to know".