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Having explored the mystery narrative for the last week, I finally had a dream about it last night. In fact, that’s the first dream I remember in about a month, and one of only two dreams I can recall from this year.

This dream was long and involved but I can only pick out 2 pieces right now. I believe the dream characters were me, my dad and another, could have been my brother. There was an “alien” or UFO presence present, too. So the culmination of events is basically us in a 2-story house on fire, with a precursory scene being my father and I seeing flames approaching “our” house (though I’ve never lived in a 2-story house with him). It feels like he doesn’t worry or tell me anything about us leaving, that is, until the next scene seems to be me rushing up stairs to get my dad who is in bed, then a quick cut away to me running from the house as an IFO flies over. I say IFO because the object is identifiable in mind, has the quality of other “space flight” vehicles, and contained some sort of electromagnetic/zeropoint/bluelight low frequency resonation with Earth like a smartphone with our eyes. But as its 3 pads swept over me as I was hoping to enter something like a cave or forest to avoid it. I instead saw/felt it sort of “tract” over and on to me, like it was using my body as a thermal/bioenergetic attractor to hover over me (think magnet). Just as that happens, I startle awake, faster sitting up than I have in 10 years (maybe since the orball dream). That was my reaction because I was as excited as I was fearful, one in the same now.

When I search for an analogy, the balance between these two states, I remember some of my most intense and dramatic experiences, ones where/when I wasn’t prepared, just was a part of, maybe even the reason for. They were scary moments, but I remained mostly calm. It’s as if I hit a level of intensity most others don’t, or have, but only sparingly. So when the situation elevates, I’m more at peace and in sync. Synchronicity. I believed this was with another person, human, but if I’m not fully human then I can synch with other beings, like tulpas. This was the word that most impressed my female dog friend. She’s a cute 3 year old puppy still, but big, maybe a lab/pit/boxer mix. Nonetheless, I spoke some words. She didn’t like Saturn, but God was ok. She was ok with Lucifer but loved tulpas.

I believe schizophrenics are the closest we will come to this dimension in real-time. 9 out of 10 times, we won’t notice. And not to say that a schizophrenic would be in this or these dimensions anyway, for they could be overwhelmed by people voices, by object voices, by other distortions of hallucinations and delusion. I don’t believe there are delusions, just one delusion that touches your reality. But hallucinations are sensory-dependent.

So when these Annunaki-believers scare the adrenaline out of children, they’re looking to enliven as many of these senses as possible. Consider first, it’s not only the child that is producing vast amounts of epinephrine, it’s also the human terrorizing and torturing the child that is increasing theirs, and these organs run from gonads to brain along the chakras, which are the 7 spirits or Elohim. This is now what it takes for these humans to get off, enjoy an earthly pleasure, cope with their life, belief, and so on. The ritualistic and “enlightened” aspect is farce, is here and always, and cannot be produced mysteriously as once thought, and not using a historically-distorted sacrifice to a deified natural phenomenon, no matter its name, ancient non-practiced religious expression, or dimension of its existence. Those who partake in such ritual have not reached apex before, may never, and no amount of practice will allow you to enter the one you strain to reach. Could it be fate? Are you still to do something worse than what you have already done? (That’s the funniest pedophile joke I’ve read all week.) Or is it genes, this farcical Rh factor that apparently ties us to macaques or not, which drives inexcusable reasons for population control? I love that once a sect of Judaism learns some mythical science about habitual sex-murder-cannibalize orgies, they turn all humans into slaves. Bonobo or macaque, chimp or monkey? Primates. Old and new world. I’ve never understand that one. 

But I digress and form a tangent, which is a stream, which is what we must listen to now. The plan has been disrupted, the game has been opened to all.