Asking the right questions Seraphim. I can only recall one time in the late 90's or somewhere between 9/11 and then and the whole room started to spin. My mind went complete retard and I was told if I wanted to remember anything stand still and look straight while focusing. It was like being in the eye of a tornado as the whole world moved at ridiculous speeds with every event ever playing out in the vortex. You could see it, try and remember it, and hardly make sense of it at the same time not much different from remote viewing I guess where people just get images and sensations to go with. Not much can be extrapolated outside of that unless you had a lot of skill I assume.
If you try to get more info from one of the events spinning and follow it well then you go round and round and get sucked into it and have to force yourself to pull back to the original stance. That's my only experience. You know it changed. Don't know why or how and when it stopped spinning all I had to go off of was minor things. Objects placed in opposite sides of a drawer. People not remembering conversations we just had or conversations I had that I never had with them. Thankfully the mind backfills itself fairly well with only a reminder that you aren't in Kansas anymore.
I'll say this when it happened I was pissed. Many times I've felt success only to have a timeline crash and have to start all the way back over. You can only do that so many times without going mad or just not caring about the outcome anymore when you remember all the failures.
Side note there was a time on either a Sunday or Monday where I went to bed and really did not want to go to school that week and wished it was Friday already. I had a great time and never wanted the weekend to end it was one of those which isn't hard to do as a kid. I went to bed and and one of those good dreams and woke up refreshed and dreading have to go to school. Went downstairs and did everything as normal but when I got to school everyone was talking about what they were going to do on the weekend. I found out quickly it was Friday again and I had to do double checks because I thought I was still dreaming but sure as shit it was Friday. Panic only set in because there was a test I had to take Wednesday of that week and I never took it, but I did and I got my typical C average doing half-assed like usual work.
Another time I had a dream where I went to school and spent the next 8 hours dreaming in class. I guess there is no free lunch but interesting nonetheless.
It's my pleasure. I throw it out there for those that can grasp its meaning and relation without treating it as entertainment even though I do like those Secret Space Program guys for that very reason, but also there are things they say, know, and experienced that directly relate to my personal experience never shared I just disagree with the narrative they're trapped in.
Recently Jack and Phil mentioned what Nine and others have talked about as fractals containing the whole and the only separation is the individuals perspective of how they see the same events. It gets confusing when everyone has the same story through different lenses. Is it mine, is it someone elses or both? It's why the laws of attraction have brought me here and to Serrano of the He/She. I have memories of being the He banging countless She's but only if the host allowed her and him inside of them to carry out the deed. If either left prematurely so would the other and the hosts would be in a state of confusion. It was like an Epic game of cat and mouse. Serrano talks about this when he says he saw her only when looking into the face of his wife. The ego has a hard time with that but on their end it would be cheating to continue if the other is no longer in the host and you are still in yours.
The big bang isn't wrong, the universe was quite literally banged into existence.
Most men destroy themselves through their own beliefs nine, that is her way.
the answer will be in the next analysis Seraphim
Asking the right questions Seraphim. I can only recall one time in the late 90's or somewhere between 9/11 and then and the whole room started to spin. My mind went complete retard and I was told if I wanted to remember anything stand still and look straight while focusing. It was like being in the eye of a tornado as the whole world moved at ridiculous speeds with every event ever playing out in the vortex. You could see it, try and remember it, and hardly make sense of it at the same time not much different from remote viewing I guess where people just get images and sensations to go with. Not much can be extrapolated outside of that unless you had a lot of skill I assume.
If you try to get more info from one of the events spinning and follow it well then you go round and round and get sucked into it and have to force yourself to pull back to the original stance. That's my only experience. You know it changed. Don't know why or how and when it stopped spinning all I had to go off of was minor things. Objects placed in opposite sides of a drawer. People not remembering conversations we just had or conversations I had that I never had with them. Thankfully the mind backfills itself fairly well with only a reminder that you aren't in Kansas anymore.
I'll say this when it happened I was pissed. Many times I've felt success only to have a timeline crash and have to start all the way back over. You can only do that so many times without going mad or just not caring about the outcome anymore when you remember all the failures.
Side note there was a time on either a Sunday or Monday where I went to bed and really did not want to go to school that week and wished it was Friday already. I had a great time and never wanted the weekend to end it was one of those which isn't hard to do as a kid. I went to bed and and one of those good dreams and woke up refreshed and dreading have to go to school. Went downstairs and did everything as normal but when I got to school everyone was talking about what they were going to do on the weekend. I found out quickly it was Friday again and I had to do double checks because I thought I was still dreaming but sure as shit it was Friday. Panic only set in because there was a test I had to take Wednesday of that week and I never took it, but I did and I got my typical C average doing half-assed like usual work.
Another time I had a dream where I went to school and spent the next 8 hours dreaming in class. I guess there is no free lunch but interesting nonetheless.
It's my pleasure. I throw it out there for those that can grasp its meaning and relation without treating it as entertainment even though I do like those Secret Space Program guys for that very reason, but also there are things they say, know, and experienced that directly relate to my personal experience never shared I just disagree with the narrative they're trapped in.
Recently Jack and Phil mentioned what Nine and others have talked about as fractals containing the whole and the only separation is the individuals perspective of how they see the same events. It gets confusing when everyone has the same story through different lenses. Is it mine, is it someone elses or both? It's why the laws of attraction have brought me here and to Serrano of the He/She. I have memories of being the He banging countless She's but only if the host allowed her and him inside of them to carry out the deed. If either left prematurely so would the other and the hosts would be in a state of confusion. It was like an Epic game of cat and mouse. Serrano talks about this when he says he saw her only when looking into the face of his wife. The ego has a hard time with that but on their end it would be cheating to continue if the other is no longer in the host and you are still in yours.
The big bang isn't wrong, the universe was quite literally banged into existence.
rare information indeed.
Well, it was the end of any career I was ever gonna have as a writer Loki, turned out better for me than some others though...
Jews and Nazis vieing for best in show at the freaks tent..
The Vril girls are high on Rogain..
The merry go round runs on plutonium, you can’t get off..
The stallions copulate with the sheep..
We’ve run out of cotton candy..
As we wait with bated breath for the great reveal..
Living up to your handle
The great reveal is Martha Stewart has a cock. Honestly, I don't want anything else revealed these days my ego can't take no more.
LOL!