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2018_01_09_JAN
6:41pm
– Nap message
“Asking
him to recognize the error of his ways is like asking the Blue Pixie Faery with
no magik to understand that she doesn’t have or use any in the first place.
But, is only dressed up in costume like one.”
Someone
said this to me regarding my frustration with my Twin Flame. He was doing a lot
with me in other densities, including marrying me twice, but in 3D he was
‘oblivious.’
“So,
asking him to recognize you as his Twin Flame is like asking him to actually
recognize the error of his ways. Highly
unlikely to actually work.”
I
was exasperated, frustrated, and angry with him for still being so asleep in
3D.
“He
has lived his life as the Blue Pixie faery never having any magik. But, because
his friends act like he has magik, he thinks he actually does have magik.”
I
was very angry now at how he could be so willfully blind to the truth…it was
killing him…why couldn’t he see that….
5:35am
ESCAPING THE ICC (?) PRISON WITH
MY TWIN FLAME
I was
with a young boy. We were both around 8 to 10 years old and in some kind of
high security place. Military vibe, it felt owned by my Grandpa, Jake. It was a futuristic place, possibly for
Marines or the Navy.
I
thought maybe ICC (Interplanetary Corporate Conglomerates) as it felt like a
business-prison and I didn’t know for certain what planet or moon we were even
on.
The
boy and I were now making our escape. He
felt like he was my brother, though I knew he was my Twin Flame (TF)
Gorik. We were in the high security
prison area. The prisoners in this section were willing prisoners and they wore
white collar shirts to denote this. They were brainwashed into think they were
free. Most wore ankle bracelet tags
and/or were chipped like dogs for tracking.
We
were outside in the extremely low level section of the prison during outside
time, yet no one was there, we decided to make a break for it. The prison was full of workers and slaves.
But, they were all busy working somewhere inside or at other locations. We
walked quickly back inside.
Gorik
and I ran down small and low ceiling halls to make our escape.
Two
or three different guard-like men were constantly coming after us, saying “Get
em!” We ran through two different types of halls and lower level slave work
room areas. Still, we saw no one other than the guards behind us and only when
they’d get a little too close to us. Sometimes, we’d hide in a nook or cranny,
or we’d duck and hide in rooms momentarily to let them run by us. We'd also hide behind a
pristine trash can or two. They were as tall or taller than us, white,
rectangular, and futuristic looking. Most everything was white and very light grey
colors and lacquer-like. Shiny
lacquer-like floors, lacquer walls, and lacquer ceilings with matching lacquer-like
texture everywhere.
Finally,
we ran by a couple of white collar ‘obvious’ slaves. But, they were so focused
on their slave work that they barely even noticed us running by.
We
ran through many different lower level prison slave sections. All the halls were fairly narrow and small,
like if we were on a submarine ship. The
medium to higher level slave sections were similar. The higher up the slave
status, the less people there were in that section. It was the way of being
rewarded for being a good slave, you got to have a little more space and nicer
places to eat at.
Each
section was equipped with a fresh set of two or three guards that would then
pick up the chase as the ones from the proceeding section would drop off to
remain in their designate zones per their station contracts. We then became the
problem of the next section guards.
We
continued to run and evaded many guards from many sections and were now in the
main controller’s work areas. There were few people who worked here. This section
was mostly all Grandpa Jake’s place. It
was fairly large, like a whole floor all to himself with a few other hand
selected controllers. We were in the
very-rich-man-section. Yet, there were
still no windows anywhere. Just more of that shiny lacquer white seeming walls
and small halls. It reminded me of
navigating a labyrinth
or the Wooze Maze.
We
were very close to being outside the walls now. This was the only location that
had access to the ‘outside,’ the real world.
Everything in the work-slave sections that was ‘outside,’ was still
inside and only made to look and feel like being ‘outside,’ so the white-collar-work-slaves
would actually think they were in the real world and not a prison.
We
were now cautiously walking. It was very quiet and we were also being quiet as
we walked along a ¾ tall wall. I spotted a female high-level prison guard on
the other side of the three-quarter wall that turned out to be a kitchen
server’s meal bar-top where she’d place the completed meals for pickup, largely
for Grandpa Jake. There was a distinct
50’s white diner style vibe to it and the guard lady wore a matching white 50’s
diner style dress, reminding me of an In-N-Out-Burger employee with the
matching hat. Her uniform was slightly different with navy blue stitch-work and
a nametag that read “Carrie.”
I
quickly ducked and instructed Gorik to do the same. He then took off running
again and I was close on his heels.
But, the chef-lady-guard spotted us.
She ran after us and radioed for two ‘hover’ robots to come after us. The ‘hover’
robots were still humanoid shaped and had legs and appeared to be running after
us, like an ordinary human. I realized, maybe all the guards at every section
were robots as well, appearing to be human.
“Robots” indicate genetically
engineered and programmed humanoid clones. Some clones may even come from other
worlds that reside possibly in parallel to ours . . . another dream . . .
I
finally spotted an open area that lead to the actual outside via a small
terrace. We ran out onto the upper level
terrace that had only a three foot drop to the ground. We climbed down and ran
toward the boulder rock slabs. They
jutted upwards at an angle that we could climb-run up, so we did.
At
the top of the small boulder slabs hill, was an open window sill that looked to
be part of a backstage frame set up. One of the two top large boulder rocks was
wiggly and I could move it with my hands. I used my hands to hold it over to
the open window sill and nearer our boulder rock for us to climb across and
into the window sill. My muscles were so
tired, exhausted, and fatigued; I thought they might give out any second. Gorik was even more exhausted and tired than
me.
I
barely made it across the boulders and into the window sill and discovered this
was more like a fake movie set wall to make us think a whole place was here,
but it was just a fake wall and backstage looking support beams and catwalks.
For some reason this place was made to give the illusion of being a whole place
from the prison side.
It
was now Gorik’s turn to come across the boulder rock slab and into the sill,
when two or three bad robot-guys caught up with us. One of them had gone right by Gorik in order
to try to get me and his fingers were gripping the window sill ledge as he
tried to climb inside. I pried off the robot-guy’s fingers from gripping the
sill and sort of shoved him back and away. I released holding onto the boulder
rock so it was no longer close enough to go from the first boulder to this one
and into the sill. The robot-guy fell off the side of the at least twenty foot
high boulder rocks and I thought maybe even to his death. I didn’t see what was
down in the abyss-like area; it all just looked black to me but felt like there
was a dangerous river down below.
Gorik
ran back up top to where the boulder-connect was and two more robot-guys were
hot on his tail. I re-shored up my
resolve, though my muscles were spent, and pinch held the two boulders together
again with my thumb and index finger (in no way that made any sense with any
laws of physics or size, yet I did it) and Gorik finally made it safely across
and climbed into the window sill.
Now
inside the window sill and having a few moments to fully survey the situation,
I saw this was the backside of ‘the set.’
The robot-guys from the front side of the set were acting like a force
shield had been put up and they no longer pursue us here because we were on the
backside of their prison ‘set’ and also out of their chase-us zone.
Carrie
was watching the whole thing from the terrace area and was now calling the backside
of the set security guards to nab us.
Gorik
and I ran down the backside of the set out of Carrie’s view and were heading
back toward the main prison section we’d just come from. I realized this
backside set area, even though actually outside, did not connect to the outside
section where we could ultimately escape from the ICC compound grounds. We ran down a few backside-of-the-set halls
and inside a door that took us directly back into the main on-set and head-controller
area we’d just come from and near the three-quarter tall wall again. As we re-entered the main controller area, the
back-set guards immediately stopped their pursuit of us.
I
more fully noted the controller area was mostly all white with little to no
grey colors. In comparison to the lower level sections slaves where it was a
more of a 50/50 split or more greys than whites. It reminded me of being on a
fancy yacht ship.
We
ran by Carrie again and caught her dance-hope-singing a solo pretending she’d
met a man she loved, who was also her lover. She was hopeful for love and
passion. There was an adult man walking around up there now. He seemed to be a ‘free’ prisoner. He could
walk around the rich man’s area and halls without being chased and he didn’t
even work there or in any section for that matter, he was an outsider with
mostly free reign of the base, like he just happened to live there. However, he
wasn’t to leave the prison compound, although he could freely visit any of the
sections at will.
Gorik
and I continued to run and ran downstairs again and through a section with
individual desk areas and the two guards in tow. We ran by low modern cubical ½ wall dividers
with about a one foot glass pane that ran the length of the cubical wall
tops. It was all rather modern and fancy.
Gorik
had an idea now and he led us to run back upstairs to where Carrie and the
adult man were. The adult man looked like the giant Ricktor from the command
ship dream January 5, 2018. Only now, Ricktor was normal human size and had a
slight combo being vibration of another alien being named, Tearance.
Beings sometimes
animate the same form (and switch between who controls it) because one of them
can hold the vibration for the other to be present in a certain vibration,
location, and/or energetic space.
.
Ricktor,
for some reason, was permitted to walk around, it may have had something to do
with Tearance’s energies. I went over
and spoke with Ricktor to enlist his help.
I sensed him to be Carrie’s twin flame, but he had no clue about this
consciously and neither did Carrie. But, I could readily read it in both their
essences. I got Ricktor to follow me
over to where Carrie was.
However,
Gorik had had another plan and he disappeared with Carrie for a while.
When
they came back it was very clear in both their essences they’d intimately
‘hooked up. Gorik was trying to finagle
our way out of the compound. He’d hoped by doing that, that Carrie would stop
trying to rat us out and maybe even help us escape instead.
Carrie
began to talk some more with the Paul-Bunyan-like Ricktor guy. He’d walked over to where she was by the three-quarter wall area
to speak with her. She really seemed to like talking with an adult and liked
Ricktor in general.
But,
because she and Gorik had already 'hooked up' she left again with him, leading him back to her bed cubby room.
The
robots finally figuring out we’d gone back upstairs and were now close to
nabbing us again. I ran and ducked into
what was like a full size bed in a boat cabin area. The bed was on the
floor. I crawled into the small
modern-bed-cave-type-room where the mattress filled the floor space and the
ceiling was only about two to three feet above our heads and the walls were
exactly the dimensions of the mattress.
It was typically just used for sleeping.
Gorik
and Carrie were already in the bed and had just been intimately together again.
Carrie was sleeping now, sated for the moment.
I
got into bed next to Gorik and under the covers. Gorik was in the middle, Carrie to his left,
and me to his right. More guard robots were looking for us. I adjusted the
covers to be more over my head as I lay next to the boy in order to hide my
face, age, and size. We couldn’t just
blend in even in bed because we were children, so we had to fully hide. Had we
been adults, we’d have just stolen guard outfits by now and escaped less
obviously.
I
sort of wanted the Gorik romantically, but he was still too wrapped up in his
story at the moment. He thought this guard lady, Carrie, was his twin flame or caring
lover at the moment. I could see it was
a passionless relationship based solely on desperation intimacy between two
desperate people for ‘love’ of any type/kind who didn’t have a clue what love
was, only that they wanted to feel it. They thought being intimate with no
passion and bonding in desperation was love. But, neither got what they wanted,
love, they were just two individuals using each other . . . talking about love . . . but, neither experiencing it because
true love emanates from heart spaces and neither one of them had their hearts
involved, the act was disingenuous on both their parts.
Gorik
thought it was genuine because he was still a child and didn’t know this is how
those in control of the system selfishly use children; with the hidden deeper agenda
of controlling them later as adults. After the intimate acts the controllers
would wipe their memories of it. Then,
when the child would meet up again with their controller as an adult, they’d easily
be fooled into believing it was “unconditional love’ because it would feel
familiar. This level of trickery and
manipulation was fully accomplished by placing two sinister key methods
together: (key
1) use children intimately, wipe their memories, return them ‘home’ and then .
. . (key 2) let others abuse them severely throughout the rest of their
childhood and well into their young adult years. Once they had been sufficiently
abused for many years and told many lies, they would then be brought in again to meet
with their original abuser from the upper levels of the prison systems.
In Gorik’s case, this was Carrie.
Later
on, as an adult, when brought face to face with Carrie again Gorik would not
recall her abusing him as a child. But, he would recognize her and feel their connection
from the energetic sexual loosh ports she’d put in place during the initial
abuses. This next level of control in
the system was a cabal safety mechanism placed to ensure if a victim woke up to
the obvious abuses they were put through at the lower levels of the prison
system, they’d be put into the next level of controls which would continue to
serve the agendas of those who wanted to continue to maintain power and control.
Fortunately,
I was awake and aware of what was going on and knew I had to give Gorik
memories and intimate connections of our own for him to also ‘remember’ later
on as an adult.
Something
happened then, and Gorik and I were now being intimate with our hearts and I was then
giving birth to our baby. She was etheric. I saw her come down a sock like tube, it was
clear and ethereal, and out came what seemed to be our 8th baby born
this way. Gorik had been trying to do this with Carrie, but she was infertile
with him and he was not developed to be fertile with her.
Yet,
somehow, with me Gorik was a perfect match for fertility and our baby though
born very oddly felt very sensual and special.
Our baby girl floated off in a
sphere to be protected by those really of the light and not the imposters of
the light, still living in fear, self-hatred, division, and divisiveness, while
pretending they were of unconditional love and light because they had higher
positions of seeming freedom and power in the prison systems, like Carrie.
I
heard and partly saw the guards now run by our sleeping-room-cubby again. After
they sounded to have gone down the hall a ways, Gorik and I got up and out of
the cubby room and began to run again.
Carrie now got up too and it seemed sleeping had sort of re-set her to
thinking she was supposed to chase us again.
Thankfully,
Ricktor was still milling around near the kitchen area and Carrie spotted him
again and she was now for the first time having actual pings of real love. It was being expressed as a starlight energy
ball that was being given to her heart from Ricktor. It appeared like a six inch translucent and
barely visible sphere and it was inserted into her heart area like a bubble
that would expand and go in all areas of her body. From
her heart it emanated into places like her head, legs, feet, arms, hands,
stomach, neck, and everywhere inside her body
From
this infusion of real love she was feeling genuinely happy . . . joy . . . and
thereby she was not so motivated for drama-chasing us and was only in a
half-type-pursuit. She was feeling for
the first time real and mature love and she wanted more of that love vibe.
While
Ricktor knew that he liked her too, he didn’t yet know it was because she was
his twin flame, only that he liked her.
This seemed to be his first time to visit and explore this
higher-level-section of the prison and felt like his first time seeing Carrie too.
He’d sort of not gone to this section prior as he might get scolded for it, or be
given a slap on the wrist for being there.
Ricktor
seemed to want to help us get outside now. Gorik and I took off running again
by the ½ wall cubical section with Ricktor and Carrie chasing us. But, they were in front of us and making it
look they were chasing us like they didn’t know we were right behind them, so
we could follow them out.
Carrie,
ran to a slider door that lead out to the balcony and unlocked the door for
us. Then she seemed to shift again back
to “supposed to nab us” as Gorik and I quickly ran by her and out the
door.
We
ran outside onto the balcony area that was more like a deck or city sky scraper
high rise vibe but, only 20 to 30 feet up.
But, if we fell we could potentially die. Carrie was trying to catch us again
and Ricktor moved around too as if in chase, though his movements were more to
avoid being run into. He wasn’t trying
to catch us. We ran passed Ricktor and then squeezed by Carrie and toward the
balcony side where the hillside ground was mostly level with the railing and we
climbed over it onto the hillside. We quickly ran around the backside of the
building and up more boulder rocks.
We
were now at a second hill boulder area. This one was on the front side of the
prison camp and had a small, circular, cleared grassy area that overlooked the
prison camp compound and was at the outer boundary edges of the camp that would
ultimately lead us out. This was the area the main controllers seemed to use to
leave by and to access the real outer world and it seemed only Grandpa Jake
ever got to fully leave and come back. Carrie and Ricktor could go to this ‘real’
outside, but only within the prison grounds. It felt Grandpa Jake left periodically
to go negotiate deals, get supplies, or the rare vacation and then he’d return
again.
We
made our way to the grassy area on the hill slope, when five
chemically-deformed bald headed zombie-like guys with large ‘moon eyes’ on them were
upon us and trying to get us, they seemed the last and final line of defense.
This connects with
the Moon-Eyed people in some way and another dreams of mine in connection with
them. Maybe their genetics have been used for making clones (PLF), but
something went wrong?. These guys’ faces
looked chemically melted to me. Like a melted skin tone Halloween head-face mask.
Suddenly,
I magically had a weighted box (about 6in to 8in or more and largely squared up),
that reminded me of the controller unit for my new sublimation printer heat
press. This controller box was in a
tube-sock-like item that reminded me of the bird feeder socks we use to feed the
birds in W3DL.
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I
began to swing the sock and hit each one of the chemically-deformed zombies in
the head. One per swing and it would
knock them dead or completely unconscious.
They all lay in various spaces as though dead. I wondered why I’d used that method! Seemed Gorik expected that as the only way,
so it had to be done like that in order for him to see I could protect him.
We
began to jump and climb back down the rocks in the direction we’d just come
from toward the balcony, but instead we stayed to the right and on the higher
ground areas that lead to the main entry and grassy front yard area. Carrie was
still sorta in pursuit of us, but because she was really liking being with
Ricktor more now, it was more about both of them making sure we got out ok
while looking like they were chasing us still.
We were running on grasses now toward the
short, almost toy-like, white picket entry fence dividing the gravel looking
road from the likely ICC prison compound. To the left where the
backyard was below the balcony we’d just escaped from, it looked more like a
rock quarry with how it was cut out into the ground and very deep and unlikely
for a prisoner to escape by climbing up the quarry-like walls.
We
made it to the picket fence gate. I was
highly suspicious it might be rigged with a final booby trap, like I worried
about when I reached the gates to escape the mafia type prison compound in
another dream. But that gate turned out to be ok with no final booby trap. I looked back up the hillside slope we’d just
run down and saw Ricktor standing directly behind Carrie with his arms lovingly
around her. They seemed like they were fast
becoming a very happy couple in real love.
Ricktor
gave us a nod and Carrie gave us a palm up wave to assure us it was ok
now. We went outside the gate.
Then,
Gorik ran back inside the compound gate.
I was like, “what are you doing? We just left all of that drama behind
and don’t have to do that sort of stuff anymore.”
As
he ran along the neighboring fence lines, almost like a quaint neighborhood
look, his energy shifted to be that of my daughter, Lexi.
Lexi
was now the one running along the fence line and toward the neighbor’s
backyard. It was shrouded with lots of rose bushes and mature trees that were
low to the ground and provided a sort of shadowy secret garden look. There were around five dogs that had cute
faces like a cross between a Corgi and a Fox, but they were back of evil
intent.
Lexi
went up to the fence line and put her hands into the fencing and began to pet
the black dogs. I yelled, “RUN! RUN! GET
OUT OF THERE!...NOW!” and thought again, ‘Why would you do this? We just got
out of there (the prison camp) and done with running for our lives every
second!’ and then I hollered, “They are dangerous and not what they appear!”
Lexi continued to stay and she
was very calm! The creature-dogs now were magickally outside the fence line and
around Lexi in a circle-like formation. The
dogs then shapeshifted to look more like Italian Spinones and then they
shapeshifted even further into hunched over looking werewolf-zombies. I yelled
at Lexi again, “RUN! NOW!”
But,
Lexi was still extremely calm and she continued to pet their faces. I realized she was helping them and healing
them. I decided to trust her, relax a
bit, and only used my magical abilities if she needed me too.
She
seemed to have this under control now . . .
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