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[–] friendsend ago 

My goodness. The energy around my place is hard to be in at the moment! My step-grandpa died in our room last night.

It took a few hours to get everything in order before he was taken. When I finally was able to get to sleep, I started having some bad thoughts so I imagined them being sucked off of me.. and when I did I felt something on the side of my head and shoulder. It felt like my hair was being moved around, and someone had their hand on my shoulder. I just let it happen for half a minute before touching myself in those spots because it was so mind bending.

Hopefully his soul is at rest. He was as brainwashed he could be into CNN leftism, and was an atheist. As asleep as one could be, really. I don’t feel it’s my job to wake anyone up.

I’m so tired, friend. I’m overwhelmed with the grief my daughter and Mamaw are experiencing.

It’s good to feel helpful in these moments. I’m going to go make myself useful.

Blessings.

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[–] blumen4alles [S] ago 

Oh I am so sorry to hear that he passed.

That is what I would do, make myself busy. I should be around on here for a few hours catching up on what happened last night if you want to talk.

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[–] friendsend ago 

Aw man. So I cleaned. Did some homeschooling with my kid. Looked for jobs and applied to one.

I'm loving that ascension website you shared. The loosh thing - man the description was legit, but the story behind it was off the wall though. Our death energy is harvested for the overlords? I think the guy who channeled that was lied to by a shadow entity. I remember about 7 years ago I had a lot of syncing with the band Thirty Seconds to Mars, specifically the song Up In The Air. At the time I was pregnant, and still not in control of myself at all. The posters on my walls with faces on them, when I would look at them, the eyes would move around. Every time I'd look at a picture of that band, the same thing would happen. I would pull up a picture of them and do psychic communication, and their faces would change and I could read their emotions. Fucking bizarre. At the time I was getting visions of these master creators that would create universes in their cauldrons, and birth stars, and control time... and that I was wanted to be the overseer of new souls. I remember getting a vision of looking into an illuminated pond. I thought they were telling me that singer of that band was my sun. (Insane thought) When you're kind of lucid, you put things together that don't go together. But the ideas of loosh, with those experiences specifically, have led me to believe that this realm is a test. The lords of creation -I think- don't harvest us for the purpose of living forever, in some dystopian black pill view of our purpose. I saw them create. In my view our creator(s) went through torture to create this reality, like Jesus did to save us, and pain is expected and unforgiving because that's the name of this game. But, I have the view that this dense reality hasn't always been like this, and that we slowly came into this from being light beings.... just as I believe that there are areas of the planet that are in a lighter, less dense, more aetherial state. Like the Isles of Avalon.

There was a funny book that came out about women masturbating, and how it opened holes in reality that allowed demons in. I believe you can control that energy and where it goes though. Like with the sigils. LOL. All this unbridled sexual energy floating around with people fucking incoherently, my god, who ever is feeding on that is having a shmorgishborg. Watching scary movies, zoning out by watching tv... even the energy you emit after eating toxic food. Loosh. It is harvestable. But we're made to harvest for ultimate suffering? No, I can't subscribe to that.

Actually, when my daughter was 1 and I lost my shit (having to go into the psychward) - I was HIGH on making these incredibly hilarious stories for the 'space army' that was talking to me. I was all over the place playing pretend, like a 6 year old, telling these stories and acting them out. I was having a blast. It was so incredibly fun, and I dreamed and saw all of these incredible things. It was so amazing, but I couldn't control it. I felt something under my skin moving around (I think I told you about that already!). I fully believe there is something in my body. Fucking insane right? As a 34 woman, a mother, a (now) sane and feeling individual who operates well in public and whom has held a respectable job - fully, fully believes that there is something inside of my body. Haha. Christ. But things have led me to believe that there is a lot of light, a lot of love, and a lot of fun out there. Is there a fight? Yes, there is. An epic battle of holy and evil energies and beings. But, the good? The good is fun, and it's hysterically funny and enjoyable. Bliss is real. <3<3 The reality of living in bliss is surreal, too. A real and tangible way of being that helps those around you who feel your energy.

I remember during that period I went nuts, I saw a city fall under a volcano. The people of the city were profoundly evil, hence the eruption, and I remember seeing those creators I spoke about take me to this long endless hall. In the hall there were large picture frames on the walls, and we took the souls of those evil people and put their heads in the pictures, with their bodies sticking out... and the point was to completely wipe their souls clean. To bleach everything in them, completely ripping out and deprogramming everything they were. When they were done they were like babies, fresh new souls to go back out into the universe. It was pretty cool. It could have been anyone's dream, but I was seeing visions of it during my waking moments, and I was acting it out alone in my room. Being insane can be a blast, sometimes.

Anywho. It was another rough day. Thanks for being an outlet for me. I can really write about things I can't tell anyone. It's really wonderful, thank you so much.

Blessings.