2018_02_10_FEB JEALOUS
‘ABOMINABLE’ PRINCESS AND FIBER
OPTIC COCKATOO TAIL
About 4:26am
© 2018 All Rights Reserved Ari Stone
I was walking in some kind of mall-like space, that was a factory
future tech warehouse. A princess lived
here. She was to take over after her
mother, the Queen.
There were two seats situated directly across from each
other. They were connected with what
looked like eight fiber optic looking cables that were thin like guitar
strings. The chairs were about thirty
feet apart and the princess was sitting in one of them. I went and sat in the other. This place seemed to be her kingdom, yet I had
more power. She felt to be a little
jealous of me and said, “Why do you even have to be here?” But, she was open minded to looking and
listening some. I could see the wheels turning in her head; she thought I might
be there to usurp her power. Then, she
quickly realized I didn’t care about that.
She saw how interested I was in things and how I enjoyed my life and
simple pleasures. She wanted to be able
to do that. But, she wasn’t exactly sure
how. So she was ok with letting me sit
in the other chair because I wasn’t there to usurp her.
I began to fiddle with the fiber optics at both our feet,
that connected my chair area (like a Queen’s throne) to her Princess Icy rocky
area. Her area was similar to the
Disneyland’s Matterhorn Abominable snowman area. As I was adjusting a fiber optic string, it
broke. The Princess was a little mad at
me for that and said, “Fine, you want to break and remove one of mine, then
here, I’m gonna break and remove one of yours.” I hadn’t done it on purpose. But, it broke like things did at this one
person’s house I stayed in for a month.
Where I would just touch something and it would fall apart or
break. I decided I didn’t want to
explain it, so I replied, “I didn’t mean to and I’ll certainly look to see if I
can fix or replace it. She now threw over a string at me that she had removed
to no longer be connected to the chair on her side. I again told her I didn’t do it on
purpose. I began to look around me to
see if I could tie the string I accidentally broke back onto my side. I found the other part of the string and
tried to pull it back to my side to tie it together and it was way too short. I wondered how it had ever connected to my
side in the first place.
The fiber optic cable in my hand suddenly transformed into a
foot long shaft, about one inch in diameter. It was similar to a fiber optic
lamp I used to have, where the fiber optic insert section had hundreds of fiber
optics fronds joined at their base tips.
This foot long piece in my hand didn’t have as many bristles as the one
I used to have, but it still was very tightly packed and had a lot of
them. The Princess softened as she
realized I was genuine and hadn’t meant to break the cord. She was talking to me the entire time. I
walked over to the piece of fiber optic on her side. She remained seated on her throne. There two fiber optic Cockatoos at the base
of her throne, one was missing its tail.
I got the Princess to stop talking and listen to me for a moment and said,
“I’m sorry, there just wasn’t a spot over there by me to hook this into (inferring
the fiber optic piece in my hand) and you should have this back and use it as
the tail on your second fiber optic Cockatoo bird.” The Cockatoo
area at the base of the throne was set up like a mini shrine. I leaned down and placed the fiber optic
piece into the bird’s tail spot. The
birds were both sort of “It’s a Small World” at Disneyland vibe.
The Princess now fully realized I was completely genuine and
sincere and that I had no desire to usurp her power, so she softened even more
towards me. She even seemed to want to help
me and be my friend now. She stopped
talking in ‘cutting’ ways to me now, and was actively trying to get along with
me. She reminded me of the ‘Evil Queen’
from Once Upon A Time when she had softened and became a good guy. She felt to be helping me energetically and
she began to look for another fiber optic to connect back to my side
again. I told her, “It’s ok, if it
works out and you find one, great. If not,
that’s ok too. I’ll be grateful either way and appreciate you looking.”
There was someone else in the room, reminding me of the man
I bought my Spark car from. I was then briefly
in the dealership having a conversation about sales and cars with our former
fleet guy. We had a whole conversation
about sales and selling things. He
wanted to help me, as I told him sales was not my best skill. Lol
NEW GOOD WITCH SCHOOL MARM AND 2 FRUSTRATED BAD WITCHES
9:19am
I was with a small group of people and a guy who reminded me
of a family friend from my childhood named Jim Berry. He wanted to partner up with me. He was about 40 years old.
I had just been with another group and that group had two
bad (evil-ish) witches leading it. Then,
the group voted for a good witch to head the school(?). The good witch then asked me for assistance
and to give her advice while she was in front of about 100 students. A super
snobby girl, like Ethel in the Worst Witch, was saying how she wanted the two
bad-evil witched to lead again. I nipped
that in the bud right away and stated, “No way.
No thank you!” Those two witches
were abusive and pedophile-like and were.
The good witch was speaking and asking the seemingly
all-girls school about something. Then,
she asked if how she was doing it was fine.
I told her, yes.
All the class groups headed outside to the river area. The water was ICY cold looking. We were all either going to get in or simply
follow it on the river bank downstream.
The two bad witches now threatened to do stuff. I looked at them both with my ‘Seriously’
look. Both of them were trying to hook
into me ethereally, through trying to get me to feel sorry for them or to let
them energetically feed through empathy.
Instead I replied, “Sorry girls . . . ” (Not really ‘sorry,’ but more a ‘sorry’ try on their part. Lol) “
. . . I have zero empathy or concern for anyone like you two anymore. I couldn’t care less about either of you or
what happens to you. Your kind/type now
gets to reap the results (rewards) of your own actions and I feel absolutely
nothing for you regarding your own results, because too many others before you
have ruined it for your kind. So I have
zero empathy for you. Compassion . . .
yes. Empathy or emotion. . . NO.” They
were a little taken aback, cause they were used to manipulating and feeding off
of others that way and learned instantly that wasn’t going to work with
me. So not they were threatening to
poison the water and to take Billy (my old favorite black cat) from me. I rolled my eyes at them, indicating them
nothing more than unskilled children with nothing to offer me or the other
girls. The Ethel-like snob girl was near us and being supportive of their
idiocy, but considering to switch sides because the evil witches were no longer
in power nor were they the most powerful.
The two evil witches were now saying the water was being
poisoned somewhere further up the river way, more towards source and like only
they knew where it was and how to stop that.
I replied, “I doubt that.” to them being the only ones who could or
would stop it. They were agitated they
couldn’t ruffle my feathers or rile me up.
The good witch leader now instructed some of the girls to
get into the water and just go with the flow down the river. The water did seem to have something virus
like in the stream (Flu? Nanobots?) that’d give them some kind of contaminant
and age them, leading to a slow death.
Like they would blacken over time and their body parts would slowly die
off that way. But, for now, everyone
looked fine and unaffected.
I got in briefly and told everyone to cross their legs, so
as not to ‘romance the stone’ and then I
went down stream with them a little ways and then got back out of the water. The two naughty-evil witches were at the spot
I got out and were saying “We’d never get into the water because its poisoned”
and then they threatened with something else, that was a hand sized and box-like
device. It looked sort of like the power
box to a sublimation printer; they were threatening they’d do something with
it. The box felt to be red, white, blue,
and black. It seemed like a ticking time
bomb made of metal, like a robot. I replied,
“Oh please, you have got to be kidding me.”
I said it in a very ‘you guys are
such idiots’ tone. They were still trying to get an emotional rise out of me. I knew they couldn’t hurt me, but I still
had to keep an eye out for the new nice head mistress and the girls.
The evil witches were very frustrated to not get an
emotional reaction response from me. So,
they now offered to help locate the problem at the source. Like it had something to do with a pink trim
and a three layers and tiered white birthday cake. I replied, “Yeah, sure, whatever, that’d be
nice. But, I won’t believe you until after I see it’s done. Basically, as far as I’m concerned you guys
are completely useless, unless I see action first, your words mean absolutely
nothing at all to me.” They were now
trying to do things the right way, but only because they had no effect on me
and thereby were out of power and wanted some semblance of power back.
I was going to continue to keep an eye on them, as it wasn’t
like they’d ‘changed.’ They had been
left with a choice alternative that doing the wrong thing was liked less, so
they opted to do the ‘right’ thing and to at least give the illusion of doing something
right in hopes to regain their power again.
But, that wasn’t gonna happen.
They were lousy ‘people’ (beings) and they were still looking for ways
to be naughty and wreak havoc.