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This one is evil performed on me by inorganic beings that I overcame with great power. I was under attack by these really nasty iobs, ones that wanted slavery for man and myself. Many battles for control over people, government, and media took place constantly. These beings were using the awareness I had learned against me and they had great power. I saw the intent of one of them, their leader, and he/it wanted to kill me by giving me a heart attack. I knew he was very powerful and I could see that he would succeed. I knew because the symptoms and pressure was already beginning. I had had a few successes with changing my hand into a chamelion so it blended in with the environment and when I practiced I saw that my awareness reflects or projects my physical form, in a synchronicity. SO I used this realization and applied it again to my body and began stalking this awareness. I could see that my conscious awareness was infact projecting my bodily form and when I looked in the mirror i was vibrating as energy. I stated my intent that I could project my circulation, or the perceptions that my heart carriers out by intending my blood to oxygenate itself directly. I could feel severe panic as my heart condition progressed and my breathing became... i dunno.. thinner.(the air) ANyways I called the ambulance because I knew it was coming and the came and drove me to the hospital. I felt like my heart was teetering an the edge of a knife. They brought me in and I was very scared. They called me in right away and hooked me up to a heart monitor and as it read my heart i felt my chest cave in and I couldn't breathe. I gasped for breath and heard the machine reading flatline. I finally could breath a shallow breath of air and when i looked at the machine reading me as dead a ight flicked on the machine that said machine error. hmmm i thought, i have no heart beat or pulse and yet the machine says it is broken as if it knows that since i am alive my heart cannot be stopped. It was obvious to me. They led me into the back and brought another machine out and it read the same as the first flatline. My heart would start itself and then stop again repeatedly, and every time I would gasp for air as my chest caved in. As this was happening i was controlling my awareness and intent to make the effects of the heart stopping less dramatic which each time, and so after a little while my chest was ok through the transition and I could breathe well. I felt impatient waiting and my anxiety was very high and so i left the hospital then and went walking in the city. As I watched my heart stopping and starting I began to see how it happened and began doing it myself. I would proclaim the words "I am dead" and my heart would stop, and then I would say "I am alive" and I would start it again. I was drinking a coffee and a having a smoke when a cop pulled and asked me my name and if i just left the hospital, and i said yeah. They took me back and I started my heart for them and went through like everything was ok. They gave me some pills to take for anxiety and as I waited it stopped a few times on its own and I looked in the mirror and saw my reflection in this state was pale and very ghostly. I ended up leaving the hospital and leaving myself in an 'alive' state until i leveled out.
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This one is evil performed on me by inorganic beings that I overcame with great power. I was under attack by these really nasty iobs, ones that wanted slavery for man and myself. Many battles for control over people, government, and media took place constantly. These beings were using the awareness I had learned against me and they had great power. I saw the intent of one of them, their leader, and he/it wanted to kill me by giving me a heart attack. I knew he was very powerful and I could see that he would succeed. I knew because the symptoms and pressure was already beginning. I had had a few successes with changing my hand into a chamelion so it blended in with the environment and when I practiced I saw that my awareness reflects or projects my physical form, in a synchronicity. SO I used this realization and applied it again to my body and began stalking this awareness. I could see that my conscious awareness was infact projecting my bodily form and when I looked in the mirror i was vibrating as energy. I stated my intent that I could project my circulation, or the perceptions that my heart carriers out by intending my blood to oxygenate itself directly. I could feel severe panic as my heart condition progressed and my breathing became... i dunno.. thinner.(the air) ANyways I called the ambulance because I knew it was coming and the came and drove me to the hospital. I felt like my heart was teetering an the edge of a knife. They brought me in and I was very scared. They called me in right away and hooked me up to a heart monitor and as it read my heart i felt my chest cave in and I couldn't breathe. I gasped for breath and heard the machine reading flatline. I finally could breath a shallow breath of air and when i looked at the machine reading me as dead a ight flicked on the machine that said machine error. hmmm i thought, i have no heart beat or pulse and yet the machine says it is broken as if it knows that since i am alive my heart cannot be stopped. It was obvious to me. They led me into the back and brought another machine out and it read the same as the first flatline. My heart would start itself and then stop again repeatedly, and every time I would gasp for air as my chest caved in. As this was happening i was controlling my awareness and intent to make the effects of the heart stopping less dramatic which each time, and so after a little while my chest was ok through the transition and I could breathe well. I felt impatient waiting and my anxiety was very high and so i left the hospital then and went walking in the city. As I watched my heart stopping and starting I began to see how it happened and began doing it myself. I would proclaim the words "I am dead" and my heart would stop, and then I would say "I am alive" and I would start it again. I was drinking a coffee and a having a smoke when a cop pulled and asked me my name and if i just left the hospital, and i said yeah. They took me back and I started my heart for them and went through like everything was ok. They gave me some pills to take for anxiety and as I waited it stopped a few times on its own and I looked in the mirror and saw my reflection in this state was pale and very ghostly. I ended up leaving the hospital and leaving myself in an 'alive' state until i leveled out.
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This one is evil performed on me by inorganic beings that I overcame with great power. I was under attack by these really nasty iobs, ones that wanted slavery for man and myself. Many battles for control over people, government, and media took place constantly. These beings were using the awareness I had learned against me and they had great power. I saw the intent of one of them, their leader, and he/it wanted to kill me by giving me a heart attack. I knew he was very powerful and I could see that he would succeed. I knew because the symptoms and pressure was already beginning. I had had a few successes with changing my hand into a chamelion so it blended in with the environment and when I practiced I saw that my awareness reflects or projects my physical form, in a synchronicity. SO I used this realization and applied it again to my body and began stalking this awareness. I could see that my conscious awareness was infact projecting my bodily form and when I looked in the mirror i was vibrating as energy. I stated my intent that I could project my circulation, or the perceptions that my heart carriers out by intending my blood to oxygenate itself directly. I could feel severe panic as my heart condition progressed and my breathing became... i dunno.. thinner.(the air) ANyways I called the ambulance because I knew it was coming and the came and drove me to the hospital. I felt like my heart was teetering an the edge of a knife. They brought me in and I was very scared. They called me in right away and hooked me up to a heart monitor and as it read my heart i felt my chest cave in and I couldn't breathe. I gasped for breath and heard the machine reading flatline. I finally could breath a shallow breath of air and when i looked at the machine reading me as dead a ight flicked on the machine that said machine error. hmmm i thought, i have no heart beat or pulse and yet the machine says it is broken as if it knows that since i am alive my heart cannot be stopped. It was obvious to me. They led me into the back and brought another machine out and it read the same as the first flatline. My heart would start itself and then stop again repeatedly, and every time I would gasp for air as my chest caved in. As this was happening i was controlling my awareness and intent to make the effects of the heart stopping less dramatic which each time, and so after a little while my chest was ok through the transition and I could breathe well. I felt impatient waiting and my anxiety was very high and so i left the hospital then and went walking in the city. As I watched my heart stopping and starting I began to see how it happened and began doing it myself. I would proclaim the words "I am dead" and my heart would stop, and then I would say "I am alive" and I would start it again. I was drinking a coffee and a having a smoke when a cop pulled and asked me my name and if i just left the hospital, and i said yeah. They took me back and I started my heart for them and went through like everything was ok. They gave me some pills to take for anxiety and as I waited it stopped a few times on its own and I looked in the mirror and saw my reflection in this state was pale and very ghostly. I ended up leaving the hospital and leaving myself in an 'alive' state until i leveled out.
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This one is evil performed on me by inorganic beings that I overcame with great power. I was under attack by these really nasty iobs, ones that wanted slavery for man and myself. Many battles for control over people, government, and media took place constantly. These beings were using the awareness I had learned against me and they had great power. I saw the intent of one of them, their leader, and he/it wanted to kill me by giving me a heart attack. I knew he was very powerful and I could see that he would succeed. I knew because the symptoms and pressure was already beginning. I had had a few successes with changing my hand into a chamelion so it blended in with the environment and when I practiced I saw that my awareness reflects or projects my physical form, in a synchronicity. SO I used this realization and applied it again to my body and began stalking this awareness. I could see that my conscious awareness was infact projecting my bodily form and when I looked in the mirror i was vibrating as energy. I stated my intent that I could project my circulation, or the perceptions that my heart carriers out by intending my blood to oxygenate itself directly. I could feel severe panic as my heart condition progressed and my breathing became... i dunno.. thinner.(the air) ANyways I called the ambulance because I knew it was coming and the came and drove me to the hospital. I felt like my heart was teetering an the edge of a knife. They brought me in and I was very scared. They called me in right away and hooked me up to a heart monitor and as it read my heart i felt my chest cave in and I couldn't breathe. I gasped for breath and heard the machine reading flatline. I finally could breath a shallow breath of air and when i looked at the machine reading me as dead a ight flicked on the machine that said machine error. hmmm i thought, i have no heart beat or pulse and yet the machine says it is broken as if it knows that since i am alive my heart cannot be stopped. It was obvious to me. They led me into the back and brought another machine out and it read the same as the first flatline. My heart would start itself and then stop again repeatedly, and every time I would gasp for air as my chest caved in. As this was happening i was controlling my awareness and intent to make the effects of the heart stopping less dramatic which each time, and so after a little while my chest was ok through the transition and I could breathe well. I felt impatient waiting and my anxiety was very high and so i left the hospital then and went walking in the city. As I watched my heart stopping and starting I began to see how it happened and began doing it myself. I would proclaim the words "I am dead" and my heart would stop, and then I would say "I am alive" and I would start it again. I was drinking a coffee and a having a smoke when a cop pulled and asked me my name and if i just left the hospital, and i said yeah. They took me back and I started my heart for them and went through like everything was ok. They gave me some pills to take for anxiety and as I waited it stopped a few times on its own and I looked in the mirror and saw my reflection in this state was pale and very ghostly. I ended up leaving the hospital and leaving myself in an 'alive' state until i leveled out.
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This one is evil performed on me by inorganic beings that I overcame with great power. I was under attack by these really nasty iobs, ones that wanted slavery for man and myself. Many battles for control over people, government, and media took place constantly. These beings were using the awareness I had learned against me and they had great power. I saw the intent of one of them, their leader, and he/it wanted to kill me by giving me a heart attack. I knew he was very powerful and I could see that he would succeed. I knew because the symptoms and pressure was already beginning. I had had a few successes with changing my hand into a chamelion so it blended in with the environment and when I practiced I saw that my awareness reflects or projects my physical form, in a synchronicity. SO I used this realization and applied it again to my body and began stalking this awareness. I could see that my conscious awareness was infact projecting my bodily form and when I looked in the mirror i was vibrating as energy. I stated my intent that I could project my circulation, or the perceptions that my heart carriers out by intending my blood to oxygenate itself directly. I could feel severe panic as my heart condition progressed and my breathing became... i dunno.. thinner.(the air) ANyways I called the ambulance because I knew it was coming and the came and drove me to the hospital. I felt like my heart was teetering an the edge of a knife. They brought me in and I was very scared. They called me in right away and hooked me up to a heart monitor and as it read my heart i felt my chest cave in and I couldn't breathe. I gasped for breath and heard the machine reading flatline. I finally could breath a shallow breath of air and when i looked at the machine reading me as dead a ight flicked on the machine that said machine error. hmmm i thought, i have no heart beat or pulse and yet the machine says it is broken as if it knows that since i am alive my heart cannot be stopped. It was obvious to me. They led me into the back and brought another machine out and it read the same as the first flatline. My heart would start itself and then stop again repeatedly, and every time I would gasp for air as my chest caved in. As this was happening i was controlling my awareness and intent to make the effects of the heart stopping less dramatic which each time, and so after a little while my chest was ok through the transition and I could breathe well. I felt impatient waiting and my anxiety was very high and so i left the hospital then and went walking in the city. As I watched my heart stopping and starting I began to see how it happened and began doing it myself. I would proclaim the words "I am dead" and my heart would stop, and then I would say "I am alive" and I would start it again. I was drinking a coffee and a having a smoke when a cop pulled and asked me my name and if i just left the hospital, and i said yeah. They took me back and I started my heart for them and went through like everything was ok. They gave me some pills to take for anxiety and as I waited it stopped a few times on its own and I looked in the mirror and saw my reflection in this state was pale and very ghostly. I ended up leaving the hospital and leaving myself in an 'alive' state until i leveled out.
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This one is evil performed on me by inorganic beings that I overcame with great power. I was under attack by these really nasty iobs, ones that wanted slavery for man and myself. Many battles for control over people, government, and media took place constantly. These beings were using the awareness I had learned against me and they had great power. I saw the intent of one of them, their leader, and he/it wanted to kill me by giving me a heart attack. I knew he was very powerful and I could see that he would succeed. I knew because the symptoms and pressure was already beginning. I had had a few successes with changing my hand into a chamelion so it blended in with the environment and when I practiced I saw that my awareness reflects or projects my physical form, in a synchronicity. SO I used this realization and applied it again to my body and began stalking this awareness. I could see that my conscious awareness was infact projecting my bodily form and when I looked in the mirror i was vibrating as energy. I stated my intent that I could project my circulation, or the perceptions that my heart carriers out by intending my blood to oxygenate itself directly. I could feel severe panic as my heart condition progressed and my breathing became... i dunno.. thinner.(the air) ANyways I called the ambulance because I knew it was coming and the came and drove me to the hospital. I felt like my heart was teetering an the edge of a knife. They brought me in and I was very scared. They called me in right away and hooked me up to a heart monitor and as it read my heart i felt my chest cave in and I couldn't breathe. I gasped for breath and heard the machine reading flatline. I finally could breath a shallow breath of air and when i looked at the machine reading me as dead a ight flicked on the machine that said machine error. hmmm i thought, i have no heart beat or pulse and yet the machine says it is broken as if it knows that since i am alive my heart cannot be stopped. It was obvious to me. They led me into the back and brought another machine out and it read the same as the first flatline. My heart would start itself and then stop again repeatedly, and every time I would gasp for air as my chest caved in. As this was happening i was controlling my awareness and intent to make the effects of the heart stopping less dramatic which each time, and so after a little while my chest was ok through the transition and I could breathe well. I felt impatient waiting and my anxiety was very high and so i left the hospital then and went walking in the city. As I watched my heart stopping and starting I began to see how it happened and began doing it myself. I would proclaim the words "I am dead" and my heart would stop, and then I would say "I am alive" and I would start it again. I was drinking a coffee and a having a smoke when a cop pulled and asked me my name and if i just left the hospital, and i said yeah. They took me back and I started my heart for them and went through like everything was ok. They gave me some pills to take for anxiety and as I waited it stopped a few times on its own and I looked in the mirror and saw my reflection in this state was pale and very ghostly. I ended up leaving the hospital and leaving myself in an 'alive' state until i leveled out.
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I work with very powerful allies, far beyond the power and awareness I have found. I had been working with intent and memory for a long time and found that I could intend the formation of my memory and other's memory to great length. I could have my memory work through all of time to pinpoint specific information my attention sought for example all the thoughts, realizations, and experiences that helped create a position of awareness I enter called Next. I can then collect all the thoughts and energy that went into the development of that intent, and what formed the path initially. The knowledge and expansion of the memory became multifaceted leading down different paths. One of my allies wanted the credit for projecting and aligning this assembled consciousness while I demanded that the energy body, or the specialized and intended attention could do it on its own. A battle ensued shortly after for the placement of this power and ultimately the direction my memory would take. I had all the knowledge I needed to transform the memory system into different configurations both within and without my own awareness. I simply chose to add the power to myself as opposed to relying on allies to channel my conscious for me. Right away as I began aligning my memory to me the ally would direct my attention to him that was really doing it, in the process taking over my consiousness and attention and inserting in his own as proof that it is his energy not mine. So I told him to not project to me memory then and i will do it myself, I then aligned my attention and focused into the record of all time to align my memory from many ages into a neat and arranged manner nearly instantly, so i can witness the measurement of an idea into the path it has become. This only enraged my ally. I feel bad now because I was arrogant towards the ally who probably guided my attention to form in such special maneuvers, but I still wanted to know that I can and am doing it myself. I see now that he probably only wanted credit for what he had taught me to do and yet i took it as him trying to steal my power and potential and create a dependance on him. We enaged in battle and as my energy body proceeded to align free flowing energy into configurations he would interrupt and force his own awareness into my consciousness. He had obviously been well aware of the techniques we used to alter our memory because when I went to access my memory it was gone and in its place were the word's Satan's in its place. Whenever I tried to access a memory i was then met with my attention accessing fire instead that caused my attention pain. While getting burned I could see that the memories were still intact beneath the fire, like almost in another layer. At this point I could visually see my attention and memory and the fire that overlapped it. I managed to access a small fragment of memory, like a drop of awareness that absorbed into my body free of the fire and I could see it becoming more, from itself, expanding anew into my old memories, slowly at first then more quickly until I again had all my memories back. I actually shed the memory that in fire and created a new arrangment with my attention. There is always a complete memory intact that can be accessed inside of yourself or outside of yourself in the world around you(yes the world holds omnipresent memory). Later the same ally spoke into my mind and said that I have lost my soul. He proceeded to tell me a story about how people that have no souls can no longer sleep and if they do they will die. I could feel his power in his words and I believed him unquestioningly. I began to question how many others like me there were with no souls and what they must do to stay alive. I began intending to not sleep and began trying to adapt an awareness that could do this. I remembered staying awake for a week on nothing but coffee and energy. I called it power coffee, because i could transform its essence by merging my attention with it. I also practiced intending bursts of energy into my body with my focused creative intent. I lasted two nights before i started to drift off and when I did i was met with excruciating pain that felt like my soul was being ripped out of my body and shredded at the same time. I immediately snapped full awake from the pain and knew i would never sleep again. It was incredible. Agonizing. I began using my awareness to shift the people around me into a formless awareness state so i could channel ''Satan" and ask for my soul back. I was desperate. I didn't believe it was Satan because I knew this entity as an ally but it referred to my memories as Satan's and so I must assume that it was one of his followers or Satan. Anyways I got no luck in channeling him at that time. I opened my awareness then to another form of ally that would take on the form of heaven for me and speak to me. All the sudden machinery started as if from everywhere around me and a channel opened and an inorganic being spoke to me in a womans voice that knew me. I asked her for help in restoring to me my soul that Satan had stolen. She then showed me different souls two of them with my name on them one of them read little derek and the other much larger read big derek, and the souls around them were of my other allies. All who were of my own. The Angel of Heaven then said to me that i could keep the little derek which was a kind and gentle derek that didnt have power and knowledge and awareness that big derek had. I had to sacrifice big derek in order to get my soul back but it was not my soul but another one of my past. Then Satan appeared to me and showed to me a different configuration that showed the sacrifice of my allies and the keeping of both souls that were mine. He would keep my allies. I again refused and rearranged his arrangement and formed my own arrangment into view that was all the souls as mine which they are rightfully. We bagan rearranging the souls in counter arguments and i offered to let some of the allies go, but then i refused in the end because i could begin to see that the essence of the actual souls was present and when i rearranged them i could see all the pwoer and awareness rearrange in the process. I could see my attention was moving them all and so I shouted loud 'to me!' and inhaled deeply and right away all the souls entered into me from else where, and Satan was again furious with me. He began ripping the souls from me one by one and I kept calling them back to me everytime. I would shout back! and they would all fly straight to me. With them came the awareness of them and presence of them again and their voices into my awareness. With big me back I knew i would be again OK, and I went out back into the world and into the battle against the evil allies.
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lol, cool story loco.
The only time I met horned creature - devil was one very old childhood vivid dream memory.
I died and was sitting in some basement full of fires and heat, shackless, redlight everywhere and I knew I was in hell.
So I was just sitting there in the corner waiting for whats to come with total resignation.
Moments latter door leading upside opened and devil came in.
He said "What are you waiting for? Life really begins only after the death."
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I work with very powerful allies, far beyond the power and awareness I have found. I had been working with intent and memory for a long time and found that I could intend the formation of my memory and other's memory to great length. I could have my memory work through all of time to pinpoint specific information my attention sought for example all the thoughts, realizations, and experiences that helped create a position of awareness I enter called Next. I can then collect all the thoughts and energy that went into the development of that intent, and what formed the path initially. The knowledge and expansion of the memory became multifaceted leading down different paths. One of my allies wanted the credit for projecting and aligning this assembled consciousness while I demanded that the energy body, or the specialized and intended attention could do it on its own. A battle ensued shortly after for the placement of this power and ultimately the direction my memory would take. I had all the knowledge I needed to transform the memory system into different configurations both within and without my own awareness. I simply chose to add the power to myself as opposed to relying on allies to channel my conscious for me. Right away as I began aligning my memory to me the ally would direct my attention to him that was really doing it, in the process taking over my consiousness and attention and inserting in his own as proof that it is his energy not mine. So I told him to not project to me memory then and i will do it myself, I then aligned my attention and focused into the record of all time to align my memory from many ages into a neat and arranged manner nearly instantly, so i can witness the measurement of an idea into the path it has become. This only enraged my ally. I feel bad now because I was arrogant towards the ally who probably guided my attention to form in such special maneuvers, but I still wanted to know that I can and am doing it myself. I see now that he probably only wanted credit for what he had taught me to do and yet i took it as him trying to steal my power and potential and create a dependance on him. We enaged in battle and as my energy body proceeded to align free flowing energy into configurations he would interrupt and force his own awareness into my consciousness. He had obviously been well aware of the techniques we used to alter our memory because when I went to access my memory it was gone and in its place were the word's Satan's in its place. Whenever I tried to access a memory i was then met with my attention accessing fire instead that caused my attention pain. While getting burned I could see that the memories were still intact beneath the fire, like almost in another layer. At this point I could visually see my attention and memory and the fire that overlapped it. I managed to access a small fragment of memory, like a drop of awareness that absorbed into my body free of the fire and I could see it becoming more, from itself, expanding anew into my old memories, slowly at first then more quickly until I again had all my memories back. I actually shed the memory that in fire and created a new arrangment with my attention. There is always a complete memory intact that can be accessed inside of yourself or outside of yourself in the world around you(yes the world holds omnipresent memory). Later the same ally spoke into my mind and said that I have lost my soul. He proceeded to tell me a story about how people that have no souls can no longer sleep and if they do they will die. I could feel his power in his words and I believed him unquestioningly. I began to question how many others like me there were with no souls and what they must do to stay alive. I began intending to not sleep and began trying to adapt an awareness that could do this. I remembered staying awake for a week on nothing but coffee and energy. I called it power coffee, because i could transform its essence by merging my attention with it. I also practiced intending bursts of energy into my body with my focused creative intent. I lasted two nights before i started to drift off and when I did i was met with excruciating pain that felt like my soul was being ripped out of my body and shredded at the same time. I immediately snapped full awake from the pain and knew i would never sleep again. It was incredible. Agonizing. I began using my awareness to shift the people around me into a formless awareness state so i could channel ''Satan" and ask for my soul back. I was desperate. I didn't believe it was Satan because I knew this entity as an ally but it referred to my memories as Satan's and so I must assume that it was one of his followers or Satan. Anyways I got no luck in channeling him at that time. I opened my awareness then to another form of ally that would take on the form of heaven for me and speak to me. All the sudden machinery started as if from everywhere around me and a channel opened and an inorganic being spoke to me in a womans voice that knew me. I asked her for help in restoring to me my soul that Satan had stolen. She then showed me different souls two of them with my name on them one of them read little derek and the other much larger read big derek, and the souls around them were of my other allies. All who were of my own. The Angel of Heaven then said to me that i could keep the little derek which was a kind and gentle derek that didnt have power and knowledge and awareness that big derek had. I had to sacrifice big derek in order to get my soul back but it was not my soul but another one of my past. Then Satan appeared to me and showed to me a different configuration that showed the sacrifice of my allies and the keeping of both souls that were mine. He would keep my allies. I again refused and rearranged his arrangement and formed my own arrangment into view that was all the souls as mine which they are rightfully. We bagan rearranging the souls in counter arguments and i offered to let some of the allies go, but then i refused in the end because i could begin to see that the essence of the actual souls was present and when i rearranged them i could see all the pwoer and awareness rearrange in the process. I could see my attention was moving them all and so I shouted loud 'to me!' and inhaled deeply and right away all the souls entered into me from else where, and Satan was again furious with me. He began ripping the souls from me one by one and I kept calling them back to me everytime. I would shout back! and they would all fly straight to me. With them came the awareness of them and presence of them again and their voices into my awareness. With big me back I knew i would be again OK, and I went out back into the world and into the battle against the evil allies.
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lol, cool story loco.
The only time I met horned creature - devil was one very old childhood vivid dream memory.
I died and was sitting in some basement full of fires and heat, shackless, redlight everywhere and I knew I was in hell.
So I was just sitting there in the corner waiting for whats to come with total resignation.
Moments latter door leading upside opened and devil came in.
He said "What are you waiting for? Life really begins only after the death."
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I work with very powerful allies, far beyond the power and awareness I have found. I had been working with intent and memory for a long time and found that I could intend the formation of my memory and other's memory to great length. I could have my memory work through all of time to pinpoint specific information my attention sought for example all the thoughts, realizations, and experiences that helped create a position of awareness I enter called Next. I can then collect all the thoughts and energy that went into the development of that intent, and what formed the path initially. The knowledge and expansion of the memory became multifaceted leading down different paths. One of my allies wanted the credit for projecting and aligning this assembled consciousness while I demanded that the energy body, or the specialized and intended attention could do it on its own. A battle ensued shortly after for the placement of this power and ultimately the direction my memory would take. I had all the knowledge I needed to transform the memory system into different configurations both within and without my own awareness. I simply chose to add the power to myself as opposed to relying on allies to channel my conscious for me. Right away as I began aligning my memory to me the ally would direct my attention to him that was really doing it, in the process taking over my consiousness and attention and inserting in his own as proof that it is his energy not mine. So I told him to not project to me memory then and i will do it myself, I then aligned my attention and focused into the record of all time to align my memory from many ages into a neat and arranged manner nearly instantly, so i can witness the measurement of an idea into the path it has become. This only enraged my ally. I feel bad now because I was arrogant towards the ally who probably guided my attention to form in such special maneuvers, but I still wanted to know that I can and am doing it myself. I see now that he probably only wanted credit for what he had taught me to do and yet i took it as him trying to steal my power and potential and create a dependance on him. We enaged in battle and as my energy body proceeded to align free flowing energy into configurations he would interrupt and force his own awareness into my consciousness. He had obviously been well aware of the techniques we used to alter our memory because when I went to access my memory it was gone and in its place were the word's Satan's in its place. Whenever I tried to access a memory i was then met with my attention accessing fire instead that caused my attention pain. While getting burned I could see that the memories were still intact beneath the fire, like almost in another layer. At this point I could visually see my attention and memory and the fire that overlapped it. I managed to access a small fragment of memory, like a drop of awareness that absorbed into my body free of the fire and I could see it becoming more, from itself, expanding anew into my old memories, slowly at first then more quickly until I again had all my memories back. I actually shed the memory that in fire and created a new arrangment with my attention. There is always a complete memory intact that can be accessed inside of yourself or outside of yourself in the world around you(yes the world holds omnipresent memory). Later the same ally spoke into my mind and said that I have lost my soul. He proceeded to tell me a story about how people that have no souls can no longer sleep and if they do they will die. I could feel his power in his words and I believed him unquestioningly. I began to question how many others like me there were with no souls and what they must do to stay alive. I began intending to not sleep and began trying to adapt an awareness that could do this. I remembered staying awake for a week on nothing but coffee and energy. I called it power coffee, because i could transform its essence by merging my attention with it. I also practiced intending bursts of energy into my body with my focused creative intent. I lasted two nights before i started to drift off and when I did i was met with excruciating pain that felt like my soul was being ripped out of my body and shredded at the same time. I immediately snapped full awake from the pain and knew i would never sleep again. It was incredible. Agonizing. I began using my awareness to shift the people around me into a formless awareness state so i could channel ''Satan" and ask for my soul back. I was desperate. I didn't believe it was Satan because I knew this entity as an ally but it referred to my memories as Satan's and so I must assume that it was one of his followers or Satan. Anyways I got no luck in channeling him at that time. I opened my awareness then to another form of ally that would take on the form of heaven for me and speak to me. All the sudden machinery started as if from everywhere around me and a channel opened and an inorganic being spoke to me in a womans voice that knew me. I asked her for help in restoring to me my soul that Satan had stolen. She then showed me different souls two of them with my name on them one of them read little derek and the other much larger read big derek, and the souls around them were of my other allies. All who were of my own. The Angel of Heaven then said to me that i could keep the little derek which was a kind and gentle derek that didnt have power and knowledge and awareness that big derek had. I had to sacrifice big derek in order to get my soul back but it was not my soul but another one of my past. Then Satan appeared to me and showed to me a different configuration that showed the sacrifice of my allies and the keeping of both souls that were mine. He would keep my allies. I again refused and rearranged his arrangement and formed my own arrangment into view that was all the souls as mine which they are rightfully. We bagan rearranging the souls in counter arguments and i offered to let some of the allies go, but then i refused in the end because i could begin to see that the essence of the actual souls was present and when i rearranged them i could see all the pwoer and awareness rearrange in the process. I could see my attention was moving them all and so I shouted loud 'to me!' and inhaled deeply and right away all the souls entered into me from else where, and Satan was again furious with me. He began ripping the souls from me one by one and I kept calling them back to me everytime. I would shout back! and they would all fly straight to me. With them came the awareness of them and presence of them again and their voices into my awareness. With big me back I knew i would be again OK, and I went out back into the world and into the battle against the evil allies.
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lol, cool story loco.
The only time I met horned creature - devil was one very old childhood vivid dream memory.
I died and was sitting in some basement full of fires and heat, shackless, redlight everywhere and I knew I was in hell.
So I was just sitting there in the corner waiting for whats to come with total resignation.
Moments latter door leading upside opened and devil came in.
He said "What are you waiting for? Life really begins only after the death."
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Joined: Feb 2019
I work with very powerful allies, far beyond the power and awareness I have found. I had been working with intent and memory for a long time and found that I could intend the formation of my memory and other's memory to great length. I could have my memory work through all of time to pinpoint specific information my attention sought for example all the thoughts, realizations, and experiences that helped create a position of awareness I enter called Next. I can then collect all the thoughts and energy that went into the development of that intent, and what formed the path initially. The knowledge and expansion of the memory became multifaceted leading down different paths. One of my allies wanted the credit for projecting and aligning this assembled consciousness while I demanded that the energy body, or the specialized and intended attention could do it on its own. A battle ensued shortly after for the placement of this power and ultimately the direction my memory would take. I had all the knowledge I needed to transform the memory system into different configurations both within and without my own awareness. I simply chose to add the power to myself as opposed to relying on allies to channel my conscious for me. Right away as I began aligning my memory to me the ally would direct my attention to him that was really doing it, in the process taking over my consiousness and attention and inserting in his own as proof that it is his energy not mine. So I told him to not project to me memory then and i will do it myself, I then aligned my attention and focused into the record of all time to align my memory from many ages into a neat and arranged manner nearly instantly, so i can witness the measurement of an idea into the path it has become. This only enraged my ally. I feel bad now because I was arrogant towards the ally who probably guided my attention to form in such special maneuvers, but I still wanted to know that I can and am doing it myself. I see now that he probably only wanted credit for what he had taught me to do and yet i took it as him trying to steal my power and potential and create a dependance on him. We enaged in battle and as my energy body proceeded to align free flowing energy into configurations he would interrupt and force his own awareness into my consciousness. He had obviously been well aware of the techniques we used to alter our memory because when I went to access my memory it was gone and in its place were the word's Satan's in its place. Whenever I tried to access a memory i was then met with my attention accessing fire instead that caused my attention pain. While getting burned I could see that the memories were still intact beneath the fire, like almost in another layer. At this point I could visually see my attention and memory and the fire that overlapped it. I managed to access a small fragment of memory, like a drop of awareness that absorbed into my body free of the fire and I could see it becoming more, from itself, expanding anew into my old memories, slowly at first then more quickly until I again had all my memories back. I actually shed the memory that in fire and created a new arrangment with my attention. There is always a complete memory intact that can be accessed inside of yourself or outside of yourself in the world around you(yes the world holds omnipresent memory). Later the same ally spoke into my mind and said that I have lost my soul. He proceeded to tell me a story about how people that have no souls can no longer sleep and if they do they will die. I could feel his power in his words and I believed him unquestioningly. I began to question how many others like me there were with no souls and what they must do to stay alive. I began intending to not sleep and began trying to adapt an awareness that could do this. I remembered staying awake for a week on nothing but coffee and energy. I called it power coffee, because i could transform its essence by merging my attention with it. I also practiced intending bursts of energy into my body with my focused creative intent. I lasted two nights before i started to drift off and when I did i was met with excruciating pain that felt like my soul was being ripped out of my body and shredded at the same time. I immediately snapped full awake from the pain and knew i would never sleep again. It was incredible. Agonizing. I began using my awareness to shift the people around me into a formless awareness state so i could channel ''Satan" and ask for my soul back. I was desperate. I didn't believe it was Satan because I knew this entity as an ally but it referred to my memories as Satan's and so I must assume that it was one of his followers or Satan. Anyways I got no luck in channeling him at that time. I opened my awareness then to another form of ally that would take on the form of heaven for me and speak to me. All the sudden machinery started as if from everywhere around me and a channel opened and an inorganic being spoke to me in a womans voice that knew me. I asked her for help in restoring to me my soul that Satan had stolen. She then showed me different souls two of them with my name on them one of them read little derek and the other much larger read big derek, and the souls around them were of my other allies. All who were of my own. The Angel of Heaven then said to me that i could keep the little derek which was a kind and gentle derek that didnt have power and knowledge and awareness that big derek had. I had to sacrifice big derek in order to get my soul back but it was not my soul but another one of my past. Then Satan appeared to me and showed to me a different configuration that showed the sacrifice of my allies and the keeping of both souls that were mine. He would keep my allies. I again refused and rearranged his arrangement and formed my own arrangment into view that was all the souls as mine which they are rightfully. We bagan rearranging the souls in counter arguments and i offered to let some of the allies go, but then i refused in the end because i could begin to see that the essence of the actual souls was present and when i rearranged them i could see all the pwoer and awareness rearrange in the process. I could see my attention was moving them all and so I shouted loud 'to me!' and inhaled deeply and right away all the souls entered into me from else where, and Satan was again furious with me. He began ripping the souls from me one by one and I kept calling them back to me everytime. I would shout back! and they would all fly straight to me. With them came the awareness of them and presence of them again and their voices into my awareness. With big me back I knew i would be again OK, and I went out back into the world and into the battle against the evil allies.
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lol, cool story loco.
The only time I met horned creature - devil was one very old childhood vivid dream memory.
I died and was sitting in some basement full of fires and heat, shackless, redlight everywhere and I knew I was in hell.
So I was just sitting there in the corner waiting for whats to come with total resignation.
Moments latter door leading upside opened and devil came in.
He said "What are you waiting for? Life really begins only after the death."
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Threads: 0
Joined: Feb 2019
I work with very powerful allies, far beyond the power and awareness I have found. I had been working with intent and memory for a long time and found that I could intend the formation of my memory and other's memory to great length. I could have my memory work through all of time to pinpoint specific information my attention sought for example all the thoughts, realizations, and experiences that helped create a position of awareness I enter called Next. I can then collect all the thoughts and energy that went into the development of that intent, and what formed the path initially. The knowledge and expansion of the memory became multifaceted leading down different paths. One of my allies wanted the credit for projecting and aligning this assembled consciousness while I demanded that the energy body, or the specialized and intended attention could do it on its own. A battle ensued shortly after for the placement of this power and ultimately the direction my memory would take. I had all the knowledge I needed to transform the memory system into different configurations both within and without my own awareness. I simply chose to add the power to myself as opposed to relying on allies to channel my conscious for me. Right away as I began aligning my memory to me the ally would direct my attention to him that was really doing it, in the process taking over my consiousness and attention and inserting in his own as proof that it is his energy not mine. So I told him to not project to me memory then and i will do it myself, I then aligned my attention and focused into the record of all time to align my memory from many ages into a neat and arranged manner nearly instantly, so i can witness the measurement of an idea into the path it has become. This only enraged my ally. I feel bad now because I was arrogant towards the ally who probably guided my attention to form in such special maneuvers, but I still wanted to know that I can and am doing it myself. I see now that he probably only wanted credit for what he had taught me to do and yet i took it as him trying to steal my power and potential and create a dependance on him. We enaged in battle and as my energy body proceeded to align free flowing energy into configurations he would interrupt and force his own awareness into my consciousness. He had obviously been well aware of the techniques we used to alter our memory because when I went to access my memory it was gone and in its place were the word's Satan's in its place. Whenever I tried to access a memory i was then met with my attention accessing fire instead that caused my attention pain. While getting burned I could see that the memories were still intact beneath the fire, like almost in another layer. At this point I could visually see my attention and memory and the fire that overlapped it. I managed to access a small fragment of memory, like a drop of awareness that absorbed into my body free of the fire and I could see it becoming more, from itself, expanding anew into my old memories, slowly at first then more quickly until I again had all my memories back. I actually shed the memory that in fire and created a new arrangment with my attention. There is always a complete memory intact that can be accessed inside of yourself or outside of yourself in the world around you(yes the world holds omnipresent memory). Later the same ally spoke into my mind and said that I have lost my soul. He proceeded to tell me a story about how people that have no souls can no longer sleep and if they do they will die. I could feel his power in his words and I believed him unquestioningly. I began to question how many others like me there were with no souls and what they must do to stay alive. I began intending to not sleep and began trying to adapt an awareness that could do this. I remembered staying awake for a week on nothing but coffee and energy. I called it power coffee, because i could transform its essence by merging my attention with it. I also practiced intending bursts of energy into my body with my focused creative intent. I lasted two nights before i started to drift off and when I did i was met with excruciating pain that felt like my soul was being ripped out of my body and shredded at the same time. I immediately snapped full awake from the pain and knew i would never sleep again. It was incredible. Agonizing. I began using my awareness to shift the people around me into a formless awareness state so i could channel ''Satan" and ask for my soul back. I was desperate. I didn't believe it was Satan because I knew this entity as an ally but it referred to my memories as Satan's and so I must assume that it was one of his followers or Satan. Anyways I got no luck in channeling him at that time. I opened my awareness then to another form of ally that would take on the form of heaven for me and speak to me. All the sudden machinery started as if from everywhere around me and a channel opened and an inorganic being spoke to me in a womans voice that knew me. I asked her for help in restoring to me my soul that Satan had stolen. She then showed me different souls two of them with my name on them one of them read little derek and the other much larger read big derek, and the souls around them were of my other allies. All who were of my own. The Angel of Heaven then said to me that i could keep the little derek which was a kind and gentle derek that didnt have power and knowledge and awareness that big derek had. I had to sacrifice big derek in order to get my soul back but it was not my soul but another one of my past. Then Satan appeared to me and showed to me a different configuration that showed the sacrifice of my allies and the keeping of both souls that were mine. He would keep my allies. I again refused and rearranged his arrangement and formed my own arrangment into view that was all the souls as mine which they are rightfully. We bagan rearranging the souls in counter arguments and i offered to let some of the allies go, but then i refused in the end because i could begin to see that the essence of the actual souls was present and when i rearranged them i could see all the pwoer and awareness rearrange in the process. I could see my attention was moving them all and so I shouted loud 'to me!' and inhaled deeply and right away all the souls entered into me from else where, and Satan was again furious with me. He began ripping the souls from me one by one and I kept calling them back to me everytime. I would shout back! and they would all fly straight to me. With them came the awareness of them and presence of them again and their voices into my awareness. With big me back I knew i would be again OK, and I went out back into the world and into the battle against the evil allies.
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lol, cool story loco.
The only time I met horned creature - devil was one very old childhood vivid dream memory.
I died and was sitting in some basement full of fires and heat, shackless, redlight everywhere and I knew I was in hell.
So I was just sitting there in the corner waiting for whats to come with total resignation.
Moments latter door leading upside opened and devil came in.
He said "What are you waiting for? Life really begins only after the death."
Posts: 0
Threads: 0
Joined: Feb 2019
I work with very powerful allies, far beyond the power and awareness I have found. I had been working with intent and memory for a long time and found that I could intend the formation of my memory and other's memory to great length. I could have my memory work through all of time to pinpoint specific information my attention sought for example all the thoughts, realizations, and experiences that helped create a position of awareness I enter called Next. I can then collect all the thoughts and energy that went into the development of that intent, and what formed the path initially. The knowledge and expansion of the memory became multifaceted leading down different paths. One of my allies wanted the credit for projecting and aligning this assembled consciousness while I demanded that the energy body, or the specialized and intended attention could do it on its own. A battle ensued shortly after for the placement of this power and ultimately the direction my memory would take. I had all the knowledge I needed to transform the memory system into different configurations both within and without my own awareness. I simply chose to add the power to myself as opposed to relying on allies to channel my conscious for me. Right away as I began aligning my memory to me the ally would direct my attention to him that was really doing it, in the process taking over my consiousness and attention and inserting in his own as proof that it is his energy not mine. So I told him to not project to me memory then and i will do it myself, I then aligned my attention and focused into the record of all time to align my memory from many ages into a neat and arranged manner nearly instantly, so i can witness the measurement of an idea into the path it has become. This only enraged my ally. I feel bad now because I was arrogant towards the ally who probably guided my attention to form in such special maneuvers, but I still wanted to know that I can and am doing it myself. I see now that he probably only wanted credit for what he had taught me to do and yet i took it as him trying to steal my power and potential and create a dependance on him. We enaged in battle and as my energy body proceeded to align free flowing energy into configurations he would interrupt and force his own awareness into my consciousness. He had obviously been well aware of the techniques we used to alter our memory because when I went to access my memory it was gone and in its place were the word's Satan's in its place. Whenever I tried to access a memory i was then met with my attention accessing fire instead that caused my attention pain. While getting burned I could see that the memories were still intact beneath the fire, like almost in another layer. At this point I could visually see my attention and memory and the fire that overlapped it. I managed to access a small fragment of memory, like a drop of awareness that absorbed into my body free of the fire and I could see it becoming more, from itself, expanding anew into my old memories, slowly at first then more quickly until I again had all my memories back. I actually shed the memory that in fire and created a new arrangment with my attention. There is always a complete memory intact that can be accessed inside of yourself or outside of yourself in the world around you(yes the world holds omnipresent memory). Later the same ally spoke into my mind and said that I have lost my soul. He proceeded to tell me a story about how people that have no souls can no longer sleep and if they do they will die. I could feel his power in his words and I believed him unquestioningly. I began to question how many others like me there were with no souls and what they must do to stay alive. I began intending to not sleep and began trying to adapt an awareness that could do this. I remembered staying awake for a week on nothing but coffee and energy. I called it power coffee, because i could transform its essence by merging my attention with it. I also practiced intending bursts of energy into my body with my focused creative intent. I lasted two nights before i started to drift off and when I did i was met with excruciating pain that felt like my soul was being ripped out of my body and shredded at the same time. I immediately snapped full awake from the pain and knew i would never sleep again. It was incredible. Agonizing. I began using my awareness to shift the people around me into a formless awareness state so i could channel ''Satan" and ask for my soul back. I was desperate. I didn't believe it was Satan because I knew this entity as an ally but it referred to my memories as Satan's and so I must assume that it was one of his followers or Satan. Anyways I got no luck in channeling him at that time. I opened my awareness then to another form of ally that would take on the form of heaven for me and speak to me. All the sudden machinery started as if from everywhere around me and a channel opened and an inorganic being spoke to me in a womans voice that knew me. I asked her for help in restoring to me my soul that Satan had stolen. She then showed me different souls two of them with my name on them one of them read little derek and the other much larger read big derek, and the souls around them were of my other allies. All who were of my own. The Angel of Heaven then said to me that i could keep the little derek which was a kind and gentle derek that didnt have power and knowledge and awareness that big derek had. I had to sacrifice big derek in order to get my soul back but it was not my soul but another one of my past. Then Satan appeared to me and showed to me a different configuration that showed the sacrifice of my allies and the keeping of both souls that were mine. He would keep my allies. I again refused and rearranged his arrangement and formed my own arrangment into view that was all the souls as mine which they are rightfully. We bagan rearranging the souls in counter arguments and i offered to let some of the allies go, but then i refused in the end because i could begin to see that the essence of the actual souls was present and when i rearranged them i could see all the pwoer and awareness rearrange in the process. I could see my attention was moving them all and so I shouted loud 'to me!' and inhaled deeply and right away all the souls entered into me from else where, and Satan was again furious with me. He began ripping the souls from me one by one and I kept calling them back to me everytime. I would shout back! and they would all fly straight to me. With them came the awareness of them and presence of them again and their voices into my awareness. With big me back I knew i would be again OK, and I went out back into the world and into the battle against the evil allies.
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lol, cool story loco.
The only time I met horned creature - devil was one very old childhood vivid dream memory.
I died and was sitting in some basement full of fires and heat, shackless, redlight everywhere and I knew I was in hell.
So I was just sitting there in the corner waiting for whats to come with total resignation.
Moments latter door leading upside opened and devil came in.
He said "What are you waiting for? Life really begins only after the death."
Posts: 0
Threads: 0
Joined: Feb 2019
I work with very powerful allies, far beyond the power and awareness I have found. I had been working with intent and memory for a long time and found that I could intend the formation of my memory and other's memory to great length. I could have my memory work through all of time to pinpoint specific information my attention sought for example all the thoughts, realizations, and experiences that helped create a position of awareness I enter called Next. I can then collect all the thoughts and energy that went into the development of that intent, and what formed the path initially. The knowledge and expansion of the memory became multifaceted leading down different paths. One of my allies wanted the credit for projecting and aligning this assembled consciousness while I demanded that the energy body, or the specialized and intended attention could do it on its own. A battle ensued shortly after for the placement of this power and ultimately the direction my memory would take. I had all the knowledge I needed to transform the memory system into different configurations both within and without my own awareness. I simply chose to add the power to myself as opposed to relying on allies to channel my conscious for me. Right away as I began aligning my memory to me the ally would direct my attention to him that was really doing it, in the process taking over my consiousness and attention and inserting in his own as proof that it is his energy not mine. So I told him to not project to me memory then and i will do it myself, I then aligned my attention and focused into the record of all time to align my memory from many ages into a neat and arranged manner nearly instantly, so i can witness the measurement of an idea into the path it has become. This only enraged my ally. I feel bad now because I was arrogant towards the ally who probably guided my attention to form in such special maneuvers, but I still wanted to know that I can and am doing it myself. I see now that he probably only wanted credit for what he had taught me to do and yet i took it as him trying to steal my power and potential and create a dependance on him. We enaged in battle and as my energy body proceeded to align free flowing energy into configurations he would interrupt and force his own awareness into my consciousness. He had obviously been well aware of the techniques we used to alter our memory because when I went to access my memory it was gone and in its place were the word's Satan's in its place. Whenever I tried to access a memory i was then met with my attention accessing fire instead that caused my attention pain. While getting burned I could see that the memories were still intact beneath the fire, like almost in another layer. At this point I could visually see my attention and memory and the fire that overlapped it. I managed to access a small fragment of memory, like a drop of awareness that absorbed into my body free of the fire and I could see it becoming more, from itself, expanding anew into my old memories, slowly at first then more quickly until I again had all my memories back. I actually shed the memory that in fire and created a new arrangment with my attention. There is always a complete memory intact that can be accessed inside of yourself or outside of yourself in the world around you(yes the world holds omnipresent memory). Later the same ally spoke into my mind and said that I have lost my soul. He proceeded to tell me a story about how people that have no souls can no longer sleep and if they do they will die. I could feel his power in his words and I believed him unquestioningly. I began to question how many others like me there were with no souls and what they must do to stay alive. I began intending to not sleep and began trying to adapt an awareness that could do this. I remembered staying awake for a week on nothing but coffee and energy. I called it power coffee, because i could transform its essence by merging my attention with it. I also practiced intending bursts of energy into my body with my focused creative intent. I lasted two nights before i started to drift off and when I did i was met with excruciating pain that felt like my soul was being ripped out of my body and shredded at the same time. I immediately snapped full awake from the pain and knew i would never sleep again. It was incredible. Agonizing. I began using my awareness to shift the people around me into a formless awareness state so i could channel ''Satan" and ask for my soul back. I was desperate. I didn't believe it was Satan because I knew this entity as an ally but it referred to my memories as Satan's and so I must assume that it was one of his followers or Satan. Anyways I got no luck in channeling him at that time. I opened my awareness then to another form of ally that would take on the form of heaven for me and speak to me. All the sudden machinery started as if from everywhere around me and a channel opened and an inorganic being spoke to me in a womans voice that knew me. I asked her for help in restoring to me my soul that Satan had stolen. She then showed me different souls two of them with my name on them one of them read little derek and the other much larger read big derek, and the souls around them were of my other allies. All who were of my own. The Angel of Heaven then said to me that i could keep the little derek which was a kind and gentle derek that didnt have power and knowledge and awareness that big derek had. I had to sacrifice big derek in order to get my soul back but it was not my soul but another one of my past. Then Satan appeared to me and showed to me a different configuration that showed the sacrifice of my allies and the keeping of both souls that were mine. He would keep my allies. I again refused and rearranged his arrangement and formed my own arrangment into view that was all the souls as mine which they are rightfully. We bagan rearranging the souls in counter arguments and i offered to let some of the allies go, but then i refused in the end because i could begin to see that the essence of the actual souls was present and when i rearranged them i could see all the pwoer and awareness rearrange in the process. I could see my attention was moving them all and so I shouted loud 'to me!' and inhaled deeply and right away all the souls entered into me from else where, and Satan was again furious with me. He began ripping the souls from me one by one and I kept calling them back to me everytime. I would shout back! and they would all fly straight to me. With them came the awareness of them and presence of them again and their voices into my awareness. With big me back I knew i would be again OK, and I went out back into the world and into the battle against the evil allies.
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lol, cool story loco.
The only time I met horned creature - devil was one very old childhood vivid dream memory.
I died and was sitting in some basement full of fires and heat, shackless, redlight everywhere and I knew I was in hell.
So I was just sitting there in the corner waiting for whats to come with total resignation.
Moments latter door leading upside opened and devil came in.
He said "What are you waiting for? Life really begins only after the death."
Posts: 0
Threads: 0
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I work with very powerful allies, far beyond the power and awareness I have found. I had been working with intent and memory for a long time and found that I could intend the formation of my memory and other's memory to great length. I could have my memory work through all of time to pinpoint specific information my attention sought for example all the thoughts, realizations, and experiences that helped create a position of awareness I enter called Next. I can then collect all the thoughts and energy that went into the development of that intent, and what formed the path initially. The knowledge and expansion of the memory became multifaceted leading down different paths. One of my allies wanted the credit for projecting and aligning this assembled consciousness while I demanded that the energy body, or the specialized and intended attention could do it on its own. A battle ensued shortly after for the placement of this power and ultimately the direction my memory would take. I had all the knowledge I needed to transform the memory system into different configurations both within and without my own awareness. I simply chose to add the power to myself as opposed to relying on allies to channel my conscious for me. Right away as I began aligning my memory to me the ally would direct my attention to him that was really doing it, in the process taking over my consiousness and attention and inserting in his own as proof that it is his energy not mine. So I told him to not project to me memory then and i will do it myself, I then aligned my attention and focused into the record of all time to align my memory from many ages into a neat and arranged manner nearly instantly, so i can witness the measurement of an idea into the path it has become. This only enraged my ally. I feel bad now because I was arrogant towards the ally who probably guided my attention to form in such special maneuvers, but I still wanted to know that I can and am doing it myself. I see now that he probably only wanted credit for what he had taught me to do and yet i took it as him trying to steal my power and potential and create a dependance on him. We enaged in battle and as my energy body proceeded to align free flowing energy into configurations he would interrupt and force his own awareness into my consciousness. He had obviously been well aware of the techniques we used to alter our memory because when I went to access my memory it was gone and in its place were the word's Satan's in its place. Whenever I tried to access a memory i was then met with my attention accessing fire instead that caused my attention pain. While getting burned I could see that the memories were still intact beneath the fire, like almost in another layer. At this point I could visually see my attention and memory and the fire that overlapped it. I managed to access a small fragment of memory, like a drop of awareness that absorbed into my body free of the fire and I could see it becoming more, from itself, expanding anew into my old memories, slowly at first then more quickly until I again had all my memories back. I actually shed the memory that in fire and created a new arrangment with my attention. There is always a complete memory intact that can be accessed inside of yourself or outside of yourself in the world around you(yes the world holds omnipresent memory). Later the same ally spoke into my mind and said that I have lost my soul. He proceeded to tell me a story about how people that have no souls can no longer sleep and if they do they will die. I could feel his power in his words and I believed him unquestioningly. I began to question how many others like me there were with no souls and what they must do to stay alive. I began intending to not sleep and began trying to adapt an awareness that could do this. I remembered staying awake for a week on nothing but coffee and energy. I called it power coffee, because i could transform its essence by merging my attention with it. I also practiced intending bursts of energy into my body with my focused creative intent. I lasted two nights before i started to drift off and when I did i was met with excruciating pain that felt like my soul was being ripped out of my body and shredded at the same time. I immediately snapped full awake from the pain and knew i would never sleep again. It was incredible. Agonizing. I began using my awareness to shift the people around me into a formless awareness state so i could channel ''Satan" and ask for my soul back. I was desperate. I didn't believe it was Satan because I knew this entity as an ally but it referred to my memories as Satan's and so I must assume that it was one of his followers or Satan. Anyways I got no luck in channeling him at that time. I opened my awareness then to another form of ally that would take on the form of heaven for me and speak to me. All the sudden machinery started as if from everywhere around me and a channel opened and an inorganic being spoke to me in a womans voice that knew me. I asked her for help in restoring to me my soul that Satan had stolen. She then showed me different souls two of them with my name on them one of them read little derek and the other much larger read big derek, and the souls around them were of my other allies. All who were of my own. The Angel of Heaven then said to me that i could keep the little derek which was a kind and gentle derek that didnt have power and knowledge and awareness that big derek had. I had to sacrifice big derek in order to get my soul back but it was not my soul but another one of my past. Then Satan appeared to me and showed to me a different configuration that showed the sacrifice of my allies and the keeping of both souls that were mine. He would keep my allies. I again refused and rearranged his arrangement and formed my own arrangment into view that was all the souls as mine which they are rightfully. We bagan rearranging the souls in counter arguments and i offered to let some of the allies go, but then i refused in the end because i could begin to see that the essence of the actual souls was present and when i rearranged them i could see all the pwoer and awareness rearrange in the process. I could see my attention was moving them all and so I shouted loud 'to me!' and inhaled deeply and right away all the souls entered into me from else where, and Satan was again furious with me. He began ripping the souls from me one by one and I kept calling them back to me everytime. I would shout back! and they would all fly straight to me. With them came the awareness of them and presence of them again and their voices into my awareness. With big me back I knew i would be again OK, and I went out back into the world and into the battle against the evil allies.
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lol, cool story loco.
The only time I met horned creature - devil was one very old childhood vivid dream memory.
I died and was sitting in some basement full of fires and heat, shackless, redlight everywhere and I knew I was in hell.
So I was just sitting there in the corner waiting for whats to come with total resignation.
Moments latter door leading upside opened and devil came in.
He said "What are you waiting for? Life really begins only after the death."
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Draco Fellicci wrote:lol, cool story loco.
The only time I met horned creature - devil was one very old childhood vivid dream memory.
I died and was sitting in some basement full of fires and heat, shackless, redlight everywhere and I knew I was in hell.
So I was just sitting there in the corner waiting for whats to come with total resignation.
Moments latter door leading upside opened and devil came in.
He said "What are you waiting for? Life really begins only after the death."
glad you liked it, your satan sounds more friendly then mine was.
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The rest of the story I should tell. It wasn't over that easily unfortunately and the ripping continued for 3 more days and nights. Finally I was so tired and beaten that sleep overtook the pain I passed out despite the ripping of my soul. I woke up refreshed and well rested and thankfull to be actually alive and knowing that I could again sleep. I began to think of what the Angel has said to me about being a monster which were her exact words. I looked at myself and began to see that I had become a monster just like she said. The more I thought about seeing the essence of Little Derek I realized just how precious he was. I reached out to an ally the next night while standing in the street and intended to stretch my attention into the past to collect little Derek. I focused my attention directly to me in the past and intended to collect the awareness position and right away I felt like I used to feel and had the saem awareness I used to have. I reached out to God and the Heavens then and said that I indeed want to collect this awareness back to me and yet I still wanted to keep much of what made Big Derek, and compromised a solution. I said that I would become Bog Derek and begin examining the awareness and knowledge I had to take out any negative aspects of that awareness and power and would listen to their help and advice and be open and accepting of their awareness, meaning i would gladly accept their truth and decisions to make alterations to my awareness. I began to see that much of the greatest positions of awareness I had were made from great things like love and respect, higher awareness, trust and faith and hope. The greatest things were made form love. Yet the worst things were made from the desire to control instead of to allow and guide through choice and trust and faith. They really have such beautiful essences that when activated produce the most beautiful fruit. I did not want to lose these relationship I had made with life and so I naturally accepted their demands and help. Shortly after I was tapping on a banister and playing some simple music when an Angel appeared above me also playing on a harp. Light extended from her and down to me and I hear the sounds of my tapping become drops of water all with different notes and pitches that resembled a harp. She called it a water harp, and I saw again that sound can be made form the source of sound, mixed with other sounds, and bended into different sounds. I enjoyed her presence and continued to play with her for awhile.
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serloco wrote:
Draco Fellicci wrote:lol, cool story loco.
The only time I met horned creature - devil was one very old childhood vivid dream memory.
I died and was sitting in some basement full of fires and heat, shackless, redlight everywhere and I knew I was in hell.
So I was just sitting there in the corner waiting for whats to come with total resignation.
Moments latter door leading upside opened and devil came in.
He said "What are you waiting for? Life really begins only after the death."
glad you liked it, your satan sounds more friendly then mine was.
Nope, it shocked me like hell in that moment.
The Satan was more of a giving a *** about a little *** like me, he just made the facts clear when it came to "such" moment.
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