03-10-2013, 12:01 AM
2/19-20/13
Blood Sausage/Great Library
Going to try and be more concise then I often am...no guarantee it will come out shorter, however. My first notes were written without seeing, so are random scrawls across a page never properly woke to write them, and I had only been asleep an hour or two when I took them. As has been happening, my last dream when I woke was on the same plot as the first dream...and that’s usually a good sign to me for recall and importance to pay attention.
Long part talking to people, similar to talking over the internet, but the dream version...of course, one can actually go to people in the dream version so its a strange hybrid of real world things. I was talking to people, figuring things out, visiting. The plot from a few dreams ago...all the Tesla motors cars on the side of the road waiting unexpectedly resolved, and I was contacted that I had won one, possible in conjunction with another, ( ) specifically. It was cool, and this was late in the first section of dreaming like after “work” was done. It looked more like a dodge viper with no doors, was really wicked fast and cool and powerful looking. And it had a huge battery charge, lots of range. So either I thought he had contributed to getting it, or the other way around, so whichever way it went, honestly neither of us needed it that often, don’t need a muscle car to go to the grocery store to buy diapers and milk, or cat food. So I knew he was ripping around dreams in it first, and when he was about to wake called me said its all yours, and I linked and was there and took possession of the keys and he woke. We talked about leaving the keys in a spot when we were done, so anyone (we knew) could use it as needed/wanted...no reason to park this baby in a “garage” swap it as needed. So it was cool and I took off down a long highway to the countryside driving towards my dream area. Wind in my hair, rocking out to some toons, just flying having fun. What a gas...no...its electric. Lol.
I found a dirt road, its the road I took, up the back side of a golden hill covered in dry grass. I wanted to walk it, and soon it wasn’t much of a road...it was like a fire access road, very steep. I needed to hunch to climb...no vehicle could drive here, and I rose and rose, and crested a hill, and there was a small valley between this ridge and the next one...and my dream home town was beyond the hills. I removed the keys form the car and it disappeared..the car was in the keys just pulling them out brought it took it away. So...it felt nice, and I decided to hike/walk. Down in the small valley, there were thick trees, and the road became a tree lined country road. Hawks circled in the sky, the sound of a small creek, a deer. I knew this place, from so many dreams. There were two compounds here I remembered, one was a spa retreat, and the other was a old hacienda, behind aged crumbling adobe walls, surrounded by bogenvia trees with a terrace all around, with adobe columns...it was as I remembered...i walked under the terrace, the rood was a lattice, and red blooming bogenvia formed the roof...bumble bees, a warm late afternoon sun, a hummingbird. The sound of a fountain in the inner courtyard. But what drew me was my nose...i smelled something, I didn’t know what, sweet but slightly metallic, cooking, meaty, rising from the inside courtyard. So I went under some arches, and came out into the inner courtyard, near a bell tower (was set up like a small California mission church complex from the 16oo's. Like mission San Juan Capistrano) Even had swallow nests on the wall
I slowly made my way in and looked around...there were huge tube sausages like in black casing...but thicker then normal sausages, sitting on an outdoor grill. There were bread loaves shaped like little fat ties near them warming. And, oddly enough, a package of wonder bread just sitting there too seemed an odd touch. There were only six or seven people moving about...i thought this some sort of spiritual commune, it was last time I found it three years ago or so (more like 1 or 2). The people...they looked too real somehow. One woman had curly hair, that was turning silver, she was a bit heavy set looked like she might be in her late fifties or early sixties at least. There was another woman, maybe a bit younger, but not much, but really tan and fit like she climbed rocks all day. They were the supervisors. Then just people milling. It looked odd...no one was really tending the food or setting up tables. I came and stood, smelling and looking...and thought...ahh they are about to take lunch. I wasn’t hungry but that enticing smell...perhaps I will ask to share their meal with them, and leave a donation of 15-20$ since I had it on me. The two woman were conversing, and speaking different languages. One was speaking Spanish, and the other, nothing I recognized right away. So I spoke to the one with curly hair, she seemed senior. “Pardon me, I was passing by and smelled your wonderful food coming from this beautiful spot, might I share in your meal? I will certainly donate for the privilege.” She looked at me appraisingly and said “We don’t feed tourists, as a general rule” I said “I see, last time i was here, I took a meal and a conversation, this time I could even pay...but of course, I don’t mean to intrude” She beckoned me over and said “how long ago was that, I can check the book” So she opened a leather book, with handwritten names...like a registry. I noticed how few names were written in it, so it didn’t take long. I even spelled my full name exactly and the last name cause its hard for people. Yes here you are, “#$%#$%#$ family” it is signed. Seems your sister was here last time...her name is still in the pending column. “I remember her...such bright eyes, and a sharp nose, I’ve never passed such a person on from here/accepted. I left her in the pending column as we had no further contact.” It was strange, how positively she spoke of her then said id never accept such a nice person. Me on the other hand...
she asked “did you bring your resume?” I said no, im just passing through. Hoping this would end this line of questioning. It did not. The other lady spoke up to the curly haired one. “who cares about all of that, just talk to him”. The first lady said “of course I am but I wanted to Ask for his comfort...some value such lists and are offended if I dont accept them” there was no talking for a bit, and we kind a looked in silence. Then the thin older lady spoke up... “If hes was a member of the Donner party, just assign him some people and be done with it” However, if hes a part of the true blood, then let him...” the first lady interrupted “I’m tired of that lineage, clan...they come, we outfit them, and then what, they disappear and never help do any work” in frustration. I was looking back and forth between them as they spoke, there was allot more going on then words. The curly haired lady added, “if he is, he didn’t bring his people” She was frustrated. I knew what they meant, about assigning people, blood etc. the thin lady said “he followed the smell of those (blood sausages) cooking, and shrugged her shoulders like that should be that. The first lady I spoke to like shook her head slightly then softened and smiled and sighed a bit. She said “OK, just talk. Who are you? What do you do/see?” Now I didn’t start right away. So many things. Donner party? Like the cannibal pioneers caught in the mountain pass? It was said like a inside joke sorta...it meant something else. So should I mention well ( ) or anything, I really didn’t want too. Any opinions I might say...who were these people? Something in my mind wondered if it was Ratham/channeling thing...i think I knew of that from arhcos's post I remember...but this isn’t Oregon, but is it that kind of place? No didn’t seem so, the spa fancy place on other side of valley was I remembered was but a different thing like Ra/UFO something. One of these women was a real current age...on of the CC witches I thought and the other...im not sure. But I didn’t want to mention anything about books, they’d wave me silent and be disappointed I knew etc. Plus I just stopped to get a snack. So...i began speaking. When my voice started it was strange sounding. I brought my hands out. I said “I see, sometimes I see...” and my hands moved and formed a smooth sheet, and “see” was a funnel in a sheet as I said it moved It...they were looking intently, and had the ahh! Look like its what they wanted to hear see, but I started saying more, but nodding...i made a swirl with my hand in front of me and started to speak more...there eyes followed the swirl and then back at my mouth...and I spoke again.
And I was awake, completely tired, for no reason, eyes closed, but awake. I knew what happened. I started telling about myself. And im not allowed to hear that. Theres the snap point, when I see/say/remember beyond a certain level, I snap awake, or shake. Because im not ready to know. Its annoyed me since i was young. I can go farther now, but like not cross a threshold. So I didn’t know what came of it, what agreements were made etc. Some people, like say wolf, hold me a bit longer so I stay in myself long enough to do things, but then it snaps away into a foggy story after. This was solid, rock solid dream reality. With warts and all. So scrawl notes go back to bed, wondering what I said next what happened. But then again, I knew, I just didn’t have...specifics. Nothing before that point, however, was retracted.
Lots of dreams following up the car, talking to people, important things but they did not quite stick in between. The next area that imprinted strongly was the last few hours of sleep, and I woke once in the middle to write down a few words even.
I was seeing a progression, a long spiritual journey and somehow, someway during it, with the larger organization I, or the path? Had fallen out of favor. It was as subtle as that, not replaced, or annulled, just not as favored, in some way by a larger gestalt. This part, I will condense as I see I have already exceeded my self imposed limitations on writing.
So something had fallen out of favor as being too...idealistic? Hard? Soft? After many journeys in dreams, I had one friend, ( ), with me exploring, and another, who I was not sure who it was...seemed like a child almost. We were trying to figure out what was going on, because the larger organization was not hostile, but it was supporting something, some entity, we could not understand, none of them did exactly either. And this was a switch somehow or a change of focus. Whatever it was didn’t see us more then we it, so it was also gathering information...a part about symbols on cards as being a earlier part of this. So in order to gather more information, we went to a great library building. We got stacks of books and periodicals, and began reading them. Somehow, we found there were two versions of every text. One placed on top, and one at the back. Two versions of the same book, but the change was in intent, energy, not even words. She began looking at the books side by side, and the silent librarian when we asked brought out both copies of each neutrally. Now more people gathered to see what we were doing. Friends, people from here and maybe people I know and she might know outside of here as well. Flipping through the magazines, rubbing my nose, I found it. The differences in the images...but whats more, I saw how to identify the changed copy from the original. So I quietly showed everyone how to find it...it was a mark in the copy rite of the periodicals. Once we found that, the people looking at magazines, not ( ), she was reading books carefully...each took a representative copy...a magazine on fashion, one on economics, a national geographic...the changed versions. I showed how to open it so it was balanced...and then rip it in half...so we began ripping breaking the spines of the “bad” copies. This made a change....these periodicals were “heavy” and “unbalanced”. The librarian smiled and nodded in approval, which surprised me.
Then people left, and it was just three of us again. ( ) looked up she had found how to see the change in the books. But there was more...there were more then 2 versions of each...some texts there were 14, 18 copies. We asked for those and found some pattern to what was going on. I asked...can we...should we deface books? It didn’t feel correct. The librarian returned, and now he spoke. He asked us not to. He showed...the gradient...the books recorded. The magazines shaped, and when there was a change to the “consensus” a new version of a book appeared. It was sacred...important. The periodicals were...less so..they were for “consumption”. We agreed, and understood...books were sacred, in their totality. But what to do? The librarian was silent, again, he simply motioned to follow him. He took us down a long winding hall, and pulled a nondescript book from a shelf and placed it on a reading pedestal/lectern. When we opened it...it was ancient. It referred us to another book, something in the text I could not read but she could. Now this other book, like the ancient one, had no...other versions. But it was new. And it spelled out everything that was going on here...it actually was...the adversary guys plan/record. The librarian seeing our cards were valid, let us take it.
After more travels, we were in a hospital...my hospital, a safe place. First we sat in a quiet waiting room. This new text was not in English, I think it may have been Russian, but it wasn’t a language she knew, but it was similar enough to one she did that with patience she could do an English translation. She wrote directly above the typed print in small cramped letters...the key section. But it wasn’t ready to hand to me to read. The younger person...they needed to be safe, once we read the translation in full, there was no turning back. So we wanted to get him safe. Actually, I wanted to put them both safe but I couldn’t tell that to ( ) shed never agree to be left out of the last scene hehe.
So I checked with a receptionist to take in the younger guy. She was of course willing for me, I mean she checked my codes I had the authority to arrange it. They were old codes, but active, but not the ones actively used by beings anymore. They weren’t revokable. And she knew me. But...when she began arranging it, I saw a red light go on, and a second screen, newer, came online, giving...conflicting instructions. She began looking back and forth. She said “processing streams, please stand by” So I went to ( ), the translation was ready to be looked at. So I “read it”. It became a seeing in a screen as we read the words. A change. A being from outside of time and space, the organization that is the structure of power favored, a long slow change. An image of a man, but underneath...like cooled lava, with red veins...this guy, again. For along time changing the “periodicals” shifting the books to create new versions, and the version he settled, on, this book, was the “plot”. Now the seeing turned into the widget map that shows log ins in the main forums. I saw red dots, one like in Texas, one near the coast, one farther up and one into Canada like a long lightening bolt pattern like Indians would use. It was hard to understand...it changed into something like...nuclear bombs, north Korea, team America world police it was flashing too much I had to settle it out again back to the map. The Oscars. A award would be presented to this being at the Oscars, which was the final acceptance then this book would become history, not just a version. But it wasn’t really an Oscar. ( ) looked confused, she opened her backpack and pulled out the non Oscar Oscar. It had like wings, and in the wings were five indentations, like the holes in brass knuckles, but no empty space...digets. She had the Oscar for the category that guy needed, somehow, had intercepted it or carried it around, and certainly wasn’t going to go to the awards and give it and make this bad stuff...
the receptionist was speaking coolly called me over. She said curtly she could not accept either of them, and ( ) heard this and gave me a sharp glare. The reason was. Electrical. The hospital was running on that outside power. Spiritual power. Those two had a spiritual power, her and the younger, like myself. It would make sparks as it was configured. Also, she said that power, which was operating now due to choice of the “whole in aggregate” demanded if we showed up we be detained. However, this order was against the rules. So, this power would be informed, and no action would be taken. Also, this conversation continued because it took place under a valid code. When I started a new conversational topic, however, the other orders would have to be factored, and I would not receive straight information. The strong suggestion was leave before the conversation concludes, and I have to move to next step. And then a wink... So I said yes, hold that thought, I need to check on something one moment...and we hurried out of the room. And we had some time, but somehow, and not from the inside, the hospital was sealed off. A noise began, like...a whales sonar, pressure, pinging off of us. It made one want to curl up to shield oneself keep it out. That was the point become immobile. So we knew..somehow, so we all went different directions. First the one guy, found a section and curled down
and began to wake. ( ) went another way and I felt when she did the same...to spread it out so whatever it was had to check each. I then had inspiration...to do the opposite, to hone in on the pressure...not flee, or remove myself, or get far away...i followed it, the source, as it moved, and this confused it made it pace around not go to the other two. I saw were we would meet, by some double doors. I planted myself there, waiting. The being came through the doors. In a hurry...almost ran past me. It turned to look...and it was that cursing lava man. His eyes, I looked right in them...eyes were like burning tree bark. I met the gaze...he didn’t talk this time, he just started striking me. They were attacks, and each one took some of my energy out. But I did not evade, or react. I put my focus into speaking. I asked why he protected this land, then sought to harm it. Why the changed future, direct questions. So he began to answer, slowly, never missing a blow. I felt...what was happening...was he was dispersing the part of me, that’s almost the same as the me writing this. But that was the plan. Hed knock me away, so the other part of me...the iceberg beneath the water, could take over...like the part when it surfaces I go away (but I remember more and more). Balance. Power in that how much of something can manifest in reality. I didn’t even decide to challenge this being, but I was asking, and it wasn’t me, it was balance in power speaking, not me. Something strange like that. He dealt me enough death blows, I felt it when I popped. Right out and awake, but I got a glimpse of the rest of me rising to the space I had been. Whatever came next im sure it was epic. But I woke, felt fine, yawned. It was done. I woke, and was here, so it was fine. What an anti climax. I got some coffee and watched some youtube videos of epic comic con costume fails. Lol. Fin.
Edit: Added videos embed wasnt working when i posted this for a few days. Now is same as Rf version with videos.
Blood Sausage/Great Library
Going to try and be more concise then I often am...no guarantee it will come out shorter, however. My first notes were written without seeing, so are random scrawls across a page never properly woke to write them, and I had only been asleep an hour or two when I took them. As has been happening, my last dream when I woke was on the same plot as the first dream...and that’s usually a good sign to me for recall and importance to pay attention.
Long part talking to people, similar to talking over the internet, but the dream version...of course, one can actually go to people in the dream version so its a strange hybrid of real world things. I was talking to people, figuring things out, visiting. The plot from a few dreams ago...all the Tesla motors cars on the side of the road waiting unexpectedly resolved, and I was contacted that I had won one, possible in conjunction with another, ( ) specifically. It was cool, and this was late in the first section of dreaming like after “work” was done. It looked more like a dodge viper with no doors, was really wicked fast and cool and powerful looking. And it had a huge battery charge, lots of range. So either I thought he had contributed to getting it, or the other way around, so whichever way it went, honestly neither of us needed it that often, don’t need a muscle car to go to the grocery store to buy diapers and milk, or cat food. So I knew he was ripping around dreams in it first, and when he was about to wake called me said its all yours, and I linked and was there and took possession of the keys and he woke. We talked about leaving the keys in a spot when we were done, so anyone (we knew) could use it as needed/wanted...no reason to park this baby in a “garage” swap it as needed. So it was cool and I took off down a long highway to the countryside driving towards my dream area. Wind in my hair, rocking out to some toons, just flying having fun. What a gas...no...its electric. Lol.
I found a dirt road, its the road I took, up the back side of a golden hill covered in dry grass. I wanted to walk it, and soon it wasn’t much of a road...it was like a fire access road, very steep. I needed to hunch to climb...no vehicle could drive here, and I rose and rose, and crested a hill, and there was a small valley between this ridge and the next one...and my dream home town was beyond the hills. I removed the keys form the car and it disappeared..the car was in the keys just pulling them out brought it took it away. So...it felt nice, and I decided to hike/walk. Down in the small valley, there were thick trees, and the road became a tree lined country road. Hawks circled in the sky, the sound of a small creek, a deer. I knew this place, from so many dreams. There were two compounds here I remembered, one was a spa retreat, and the other was a old hacienda, behind aged crumbling adobe walls, surrounded by bogenvia trees with a terrace all around, with adobe columns...it was as I remembered...i walked under the terrace, the rood was a lattice, and red blooming bogenvia formed the roof...bumble bees, a warm late afternoon sun, a hummingbird. The sound of a fountain in the inner courtyard. But what drew me was my nose...i smelled something, I didn’t know what, sweet but slightly metallic, cooking, meaty, rising from the inside courtyard. So I went under some arches, and came out into the inner courtyard, near a bell tower (was set up like a small California mission church complex from the 16oo's. Like mission San Juan Capistrano) Even had swallow nests on the wall
I slowly made my way in and looked around...there were huge tube sausages like in black casing...but thicker then normal sausages, sitting on an outdoor grill. There were bread loaves shaped like little fat ties near them warming. And, oddly enough, a package of wonder bread just sitting there too seemed an odd touch. There were only six or seven people moving about...i thought this some sort of spiritual commune, it was last time I found it three years ago or so (more like 1 or 2). The people...they looked too real somehow. One woman had curly hair, that was turning silver, she was a bit heavy set looked like she might be in her late fifties or early sixties at least. There was another woman, maybe a bit younger, but not much, but really tan and fit like she climbed rocks all day. They were the supervisors. Then just people milling. It looked odd...no one was really tending the food or setting up tables. I came and stood, smelling and looking...and thought...ahh they are about to take lunch. I wasn’t hungry but that enticing smell...perhaps I will ask to share their meal with them, and leave a donation of 15-20$ since I had it on me. The two woman were conversing, and speaking different languages. One was speaking Spanish, and the other, nothing I recognized right away. So I spoke to the one with curly hair, she seemed senior. “Pardon me, I was passing by and smelled your wonderful food coming from this beautiful spot, might I share in your meal? I will certainly donate for the privilege.” She looked at me appraisingly and said “We don’t feed tourists, as a general rule” I said “I see, last time i was here, I took a meal and a conversation, this time I could even pay...but of course, I don’t mean to intrude” She beckoned me over and said “how long ago was that, I can check the book” So she opened a leather book, with handwritten names...like a registry. I noticed how few names were written in it, so it didn’t take long. I even spelled my full name exactly and the last name cause its hard for people. Yes here you are, “#$%#$%#$ family” it is signed. Seems your sister was here last time...her name is still in the pending column. “I remember her...such bright eyes, and a sharp nose, I’ve never passed such a person on from here/accepted. I left her in the pending column as we had no further contact.” It was strange, how positively she spoke of her then said id never accept such a nice person. Me on the other hand...
she asked “did you bring your resume?” I said no, im just passing through. Hoping this would end this line of questioning. It did not. The other lady spoke up to the curly haired one. “who cares about all of that, just talk to him”. The first lady said “of course I am but I wanted to Ask for his comfort...some value such lists and are offended if I dont accept them” there was no talking for a bit, and we kind a looked in silence. Then the thin older lady spoke up... “If hes was a member of the Donner party, just assign him some people and be done with it” However, if hes a part of the true blood, then let him...” the first lady interrupted “I’m tired of that lineage, clan...they come, we outfit them, and then what, they disappear and never help do any work” in frustration. I was looking back and forth between them as they spoke, there was allot more going on then words. The curly haired lady added, “if he is, he didn’t bring his people” She was frustrated. I knew what they meant, about assigning people, blood etc. the thin lady said “he followed the smell of those (blood sausages) cooking, and shrugged her shoulders like that should be that. The first lady I spoke to like shook her head slightly then softened and smiled and sighed a bit. She said “OK, just talk. Who are you? What do you do/see?” Now I didn’t start right away. So many things. Donner party? Like the cannibal pioneers caught in the mountain pass? It was said like a inside joke sorta...it meant something else. So should I mention well ( ) or anything, I really didn’t want too. Any opinions I might say...who were these people? Something in my mind wondered if it was Ratham/channeling thing...i think I knew of that from arhcos's post I remember...but this isn’t Oregon, but is it that kind of place? No didn’t seem so, the spa fancy place on other side of valley was I remembered was but a different thing like Ra/UFO something. One of these women was a real current age...on of the CC witches I thought and the other...im not sure. But I didn’t want to mention anything about books, they’d wave me silent and be disappointed I knew etc. Plus I just stopped to get a snack. So...i began speaking. When my voice started it was strange sounding. I brought my hands out. I said “I see, sometimes I see...” and my hands moved and formed a smooth sheet, and “see” was a funnel in a sheet as I said it moved It...they were looking intently, and had the ahh! Look like its what they wanted to hear see, but I started saying more, but nodding...i made a swirl with my hand in front of me and started to speak more...there eyes followed the swirl and then back at my mouth...and I spoke again.
And I was awake, completely tired, for no reason, eyes closed, but awake. I knew what happened. I started telling about myself. And im not allowed to hear that. Theres the snap point, when I see/say/remember beyond a certain level, I snap awake, or shake. Because im not ready to know. Its annoyed me since i was young. I can go farther now, but like not cross a threshold. So I didn’t know what came of it, what agreements were made etc. Some people, like say wolf, hold me a bit longer so I stay in myself long enough to do things, but then it snaps away into a foggy story after. This was solid, rock solid dream reality. With warts and all. So scrawl notes go back to bed, wondering what I said next what happened. But then again, I knew, I just didn’t have...specifics. Nothing before that point, however, was retracted.
Lots of dreams following up the car, talking to people, important things but they did not quite stick in between. The next area that imprinted strongly was the last few hours of sleep, and I woke once in the middle to write down a few words even.
I was seeing a progression, a long spiritual journey and somehow, someway during it, with the larger organization I, or the path? Had fallen out of favor. It was as subtle as that, not replaced, or annulled, just not as favored, in some way by a larger gestalt. This part, I will condense as I see I have already exceeded my self imposed limitations on writing.
So something had fallen out of favor as being too...idealistic? Hard? Soft? After many journeys in dreams, I had one friend, ( ), with me exploring, and another, who I was not sure who it was...seemed like a child almost. We were trying to figure out what was going on, because the larger organization was not hostile, but it was supporting something, some entity, we could not understand, none of them did exactly either. And this was a switch somehow or a change of focus. Whatever it was didn’t see us more then we it, so it was also gathering information...a part about symbols on cards as being a earlier part of this. So in order to gather more information, we went to a great library building. We got stacks of books and periodicals, and began reading them. Somehow, we found there were two versions of every text. One placed on top, and one at the back. Two versions of the same book, but the change was in intent, energy, not even words. She began looking at the books side by side, and the silent librarian when we asked brought out both copies of each neutrally. Now more people gathered to see what we were doing. Friends, people from here and maybe people I know and she might know outside of here as well. Flipping through the magazines, rubbing my nose, I found it. The differences in the images...but whats more, I saw how to identify the changed copy from the original. So I quietly showed everyone how to find it...it was a mark in the copy rite of the periodicals. Once we found that, the people looking at magazines, not ( ), she was reading books carefully...each took a representative copy...a magazine on fashion, one on economics, a national geographic...the changed versions. I showed how to open it so it was balanced...and then rip it in half...so we began ripping breaking the spines of the “bad” copies. This made a change....these periodicals were “heavy” and “unbalanced”. The librarian smiled and nodded in approval, which surprised me.
Then people left, and it was just three of us again. ( ) looked up she had found how to see the change in the books. But there was more...there were more then 2 versions of each...some texts there were 14, 18 copies. We asked for those and found some pattern to what was going on. I asked...can we...should we deface books? It didn’t feel correct. The librarian returned, and now he spoke. He asked us not to. He showed...the gradient...the books recorded. The magazines shaped, and when there was a change to the “consensus” a new version of a book appeared. It was sacred...important. The periodicals were...less so..they were for “consumption”. We agreed, and understood...books were sacred, in their totality. But what to do? The librarian was silent, again, he simply motioned to follow him. He took us down a long winding hall, and pulled a nondescript book from a shelf and placed it on a reading pedestal/lectern. When we opened it...it was ancient. It referred us to another book, something in the text I could not read but she could. Now this other book, like the ancient one, had no...other versions. But it was new. And it spelled out everything that was going on here...it actually was...the adversary guys plan/record. The librarian seeing our cards were valid, let us take it.
After more travels, we were in a hospital...my hospital, a safe place. First we sat in a quiet waiting room. This new text was not in English, I think it may have been Russian, but it wasn’t a language she knew, but it was similar enough to one she did that with patience she could do an English translation. She wrote directly above the typed print in small cramped letters...the key section. But it wasn’t ready to hand to me to read. The younger person...they needed to be safe, once we read the translation in full, there was no turning back. So we wanted to get him safe. Actually, I wanted to put them both safe but I couldn’t tell that to ( ) shed never agree to be left out of the last scene hehe.
So I checked with a receptionist to take in the younger guy. She was of course willing for me, I mean she checked my codes I had the authority to arrange it. They were old codes, but active, but not the ones actively used by beings anymore. They weren’t revokable. And she knew me. But...when she began arranging it, I saw a red light go on, and a second screen, newer, came online, giving...conflicting instructions. She began looking back and forth. She said “processing streams, please stand by” So I went to ( ), the translation was ready to be looked at. So I “read it”. It became a seeing in a screen as we read the words. A change. A being from outside of time and space, the organization that is the structure of power favored, a long slow change. An image of a man, but underneath...like cooled lava, with red veins...this guy, again. For along time changing the “periodicals” shifting the books to create new versions, and the version he settled, on, this book, was the “plot”. Now the seeing turned into the widget map that shows log ins in the main forums. I saw red dots, one like in Texas, one near the coast, one farther up and one into Canada like a long lightening bolt pattern like Indians would use. It was hard to understand...it changed into something like...nuclear bombs, north Korea, team America world police it was flashing too much I had to settle it out again back to the map. The Oscars. A award would be presented to this being at the Oscars, which was the final acceptance then this book would become history, not just a version. But it wasn’t really an Oscar. ( ) looked confused, she opened her backpack and pulled out the non Oscar Oscar. It had like wings, and in the wings were five indentations, like the holes in brass knuckles, but no empty space...digets. She had the Oscar for the category that guy needed, somehow, had intercepted it or carried it around, and certainly wasn’t going to go to the awards and give it and make this bad stuff...
the receptionist was speaking coolly called me over. She said curtly she could not accept either of them, and ( ) heard this and gave me a sharp glare. The reason was. Electrical. The hospital was running on that outside power. Spiritual power. Those two had a spiritual power, her and the younger, like myself. It would make sparks as it was configured. Also, she said that power, which was operating now due to choice of the “whole in aggregate” demanded if we showed up we be detained. However, this order was against the rules. So, this power would be informed, and no action would be taken. Also, this conversation continued because it took place under a valid code. When I started a new conversational topic, however, the other orders would have to be factored, and I would not receive straight information. The strong suggestion was leave before the conversation concludes, and I have to move to next step. And then a wink... So I said yes, hold that thought, I need to check on something one moment...and we hurried out of the room. And we had some time, but somehow, and not from the inside, the hospital was sealed off. A noise began, like...a whales sonar, pressure, pinging off of us. It made one want to curl up to shield oneself keep it out. That was the point become immobile. So we knew..somehow, so we all went different directions. First the one guy, found a section and curled down
and began to wake. ( ) went another way and I felt when she did the same...to spread it out so whatever it was had to check each. I then had inspiration...to do the opposite, to hone in on the pressure...not flee, or remove myself, or get far away...i followed it, the source, as it moved, and this confused it made it pace around not go to the other two. I saw were we would meet, by some double doors. I planted myself there, waiting. The being came through the doors. In a hurry...almost ran past me. It turned to look...and it was that cursing lava man. His eyes, I looked right in them...eyes were like burning tree bark. I met the gaze...he didn’t talk this time, he just started striking me. They were attacks, and each one took some of my energy out. But I did not evade, or react. I put my focus into speaking. I asked why he protected this land, then sought to harm it. Why the changed future, direct questions. So he began to answer, slowly, never missing a blow. I felt...what was happening...was he was dispersing the part of me, that’s almost the same as the me writing this. But that was the plan. Hed knock me away, so the other part of me...the iceberg beneath the water, could take over...like the part when it surfaces I go away (but I remember more and more). Balance. Power in that how much of something can manifest in reality. I didn’t even decide to challenge this being, but I was asking, and it wasn’t me, it was balance in power speaking, not me. Something strange like that. He dealt me enough death blows, I felt it when I popped. Right out and awake, but I got a glimpse of the rest of me rising to the space I had been. Whatever came next im sure it was epic. But I woke, felt fine, yawned. It was done. I woke, and was here, so it was fine. What an anti climax. I got some coffee and watched some youtube videos of epic comic con costume fails. Lol. Fin.
Edit: Added videos embed wasnt working when i posted this for a few days. Now is same as Rf version with videos.