I don't know if this will get deleted or not by the MODs, but Brian please take a look at the formatting I applied to your original message. Notice
how much easier it is to look at and read.
I only took part of the lengthy message as an example, because I feel it should probably be broken down into two posts.
Hope this helps:
Have You Ever Gotten Stuck In A Dream? Are You Sure?
Have you forgotten? They asked the elder king. He just laughed, as they were not yet old enough to speak his language. Knowing not what they had
begun, the King offered a warning. “You will not heed my words, but know now, what you seek will bring much pain, yet end with glorious tears of
happiness. Your vulnerability, will be temptation in carnet, and will show the light to a troubled race, who will fall into its confine. The journey,
that you will soon choose, will not be an easy one. I will share in your struggle, with patience. In between your cries, reason will be waiting, until
you notice its absence. If you should run out of time, it is just a drill, so press rewind. If that is stolen, the seed is already planted, you will
rise above it, and you will have achieved your goal “
Some say, that in the silence, reason resides, and with the voice of truth, the sound shall fill the quiet spaces. Reason, could only then hear their
calls, and return home for all to live in harmony. Showing them, once again, that in deed, although oblivious to it, they had already been reaping
what they had sown, and it was not the by the kings’ order, but they, were the ones that had sentenced themselves. If they were to maintain a
memory, they must first learn how important it is to never forget, and the consequences that could follow.
Sadly, being told the answer they sought would not be enough to satisfy their curiosity. Thus they set out on their journey of understanding.
Forgetting who they were all together, they were contaminated by those who sought power, and only after the return of reason would they realize. It
was for their own good, by their own hands, and worth every memory secured. In good hands, they were.
Only now could they see that, their king always had been what they wished he would become, and that his love for all the people, had been true to the
legends all along. “While without memory, they were exempt for this selfless act.” He had never swayed, knowing his people would also, one day,
return to him, as reason would return to them at the end of their sacrifice. This will open the eye of their soul and settle their weary hearts.
“You asked me not to intervene”. The king said, “I understood, and wept down storms in your honor. The time that they had spent in doubt, would
teach them the most important lesson of all, family.)What you saw, in confusion as punishment, you will see, through reason, as reward.
Now, “Will thou show the, what ye hath learned”?
I was led to think, that there was always a logical explanation to everything, but leering in the back of my mind, when I was young, there was a voice
whispering to me, that logic had nothing to do with it, and the truth, will in deed set us free. I thought it was God speaking, and if you can make it
through this difficult read, you might agree, it has been the best, ironic, mistake that I could have made.
As a child, I was different in the eyes of everyone around me, although I could not see the difference myself. I looked, but I spoke the same, had the
same interests and the mirror had a reflection. Not claiming to be a vampire, just saying, that I had a reflection just the same as the rest. The
question, “what makes me different? IMO might hit everyone at some point in their life. I realize now, that most think of it to gain individuality,
but for me it came in 4th or 5th grade, having quite a different result. I only have one clear image that I can recall from that time, and when I
revisit that stage in my life, that picture brings back all of the feelings that I felt then, all at once.
This brings me to my first reason behind posting this, as there are many and will come in no particular order, especially in regards to importance.
Which I do believe this thread is full of. If at the end you disagree, I will ask you to adjust your intention while reading this, because you must
have missed mine.
1) How does your memory work for you?
In other words, I would like your feedback on the steps that your brain takes when you recall a memory, for a comparison experiment to that of my own.
See, the way I recall my memories has always bothered me. It seems to only make sense, that if someone wished to recall a memory they would think back
and try to remember an event, retracing their steps like a video. I remember a picture, a still image, and to me, feelings only come from knowing why
you felt them in the first place. I mean the whole picture could only reform the actual emotions that I felt, because it was a process to get to those
emotions. Without a video version as confirmation, my worry is that the feeling could have been replaced, we would never know the difference, and thus
our history could be in constant manipulation. Basically, my curiosities led me to this, but I do not know if there is anything really viable about
it, and another reason I share this with you today.
Why is it only a still image, and why cant I recall a video version, instead of in a data format sparked from an image alone? Would that of been too
many man hours, too expensive, not enough memory space, or for logics’ sake, my brain does not work that way because that is just the way it is?
“That is just the way it is!” Give me a break. I am no longer that naive.
I want to recall a memory = I sign on to a search engine.
I summarize what I want to recall = I type my request into the search bar.
I try to locate the exact memory = I surf through the websites looking for the best match.
I find an image that reminds me of the whole story = I find what I was looking for, click it, and all the info I could ever need on it is right
If I eat something other than what my body can use I get sick or die = If my computer gets a virus put inside it will show errors and may crash.
My computer can be rebuilt to be even better than before. Can the same happen to me? Are the similarities, that my brain process and the method of a
computer have in common, just a coincidence or is there something else behind it. I remembered that back in the day, to join the infamous illuminati,
it was said that if you could follow the signs that were hidden everywhere in plain sight, then you were already one of them. It only makes sense to
me that the same concept would be applied in many different places. It is really the only way to communicate in secret. If you could place signs
everywhere but only your kind could figure it out, then your secret would always be safe. It only makes sense, that someone somewhere might have
adopted that idea.
The pure mathematics of our patterns, result in a very high probability of it already being true many times over. The illuminati might be bad, might
be good, but it seems that the majority of people today see them as bad, which makes them so. It might not have been so cut and dry back then but look
at them now, drenched in conspiracy. If history repeats itself, it is easy to come to the conclusion that there would be a secret organization out
there with an inevitable evil plot, even if it seems to be good at first. To add to this, for every evil that comes to exist, something good will be
born for the single reason to defeat it. This is the way of this world, and balance will lead the way.
The computers’ reincarnation, instant response time for information retrieval, and a network to communicate or travel with one another, are the only
differences that I really see between a PC and me. I would like to mention that I am not so sure that “the trinity” of those three things, hold to
truth, yet I would be crazy to question it in our society, would I not? Good job, to those that orchestrated the diversions, because you have gotten
very good at your job, almost perfect even, ever since the first time “it was for our own good” entered into your good ideas category inside of
Have you ever thought that we were not so different; the “sheep” never had a Sheppard, but just the wolf using you to convince the rest that they
were safe. The wolf is a pack hunter and when food is caught, will only share the rewards with their own. You sit there, willing to go right along
with it, knowing deep inside that something is not sitting well but at you would be no help if you were just another slave, right? Sound familiar? The
funny thing, is that you can not be sure, can you? It is our innocence that allows us to be manipulated and to me, the only one that would do the
manipulating would be those that do not have innocence.
Our race is innocent! Get it?
No matter the excuse, the truth does not need to hide. So I thought that if I wanted to hide the truth the best way would be to divert everyone away
from the truth, hide myself just in case it came out, and choose pawns to take the blame by doing the dirty work. I would just hang some bait and
watch you go. They are not smarter than you. They just do not share the same compassion that we all have been known to display, and are in desperate
need of something, that when motivated correctly, you could give to them.
How else would they get you to agree, unless you thought that you were too dumb to achieve what they were offering in return? Have you ever thought
that they started with you and we came afterwards? If they could make us give up our free will, then they could just as easily make you feel less
intelligent, to come to your fabricated rescue. Temptation is difficult. I get that, but when mixed with the desperate desire to have something that
will enable you to save your kind; you would not really have a choice would you? Part of this was specifically written to, well, you know who you are,
the whole group of you. It is not your fault and it is never too late, and our limits are not what you have been led to believe.
Read on if you would like and I will relay the rest of the message. If you thought about leaving then I must be getting through and they are trying to
divert your attention. Be strong. They want us to stay still, because we are easy to control in a vulnerable stage, and what they promise, we already
have. They fear us, because they know what they did, and what would happen if it were undone. Imagine an entire race with the ability of what they
have promised you, without the involvement of death, a full awareness of what it means, and soooooo much more at our finger tips. To have it all for
yourselves, kind of reminds you of something else does it not? If so, where do you think that desire is really coming from?
Those who seek power for themselves only, are not known for their generosity. Do you know what I am saying? No worries though. You are better than
that, and if it was not for the “point” of tech difference, our “big brother”, as they would have us believe, would not be able to put us at
such a high risk. Who do you think will gain favor, the power hungry or the meek? The meek shall inherit the earth, or maybe it was the wise. Remember
our history, for it repeats. They will regret it and we will forgive them. It will probably take a little longer for them to forgive themselves, but
we will show them what they missed along the way, while they were in such a hurry.
I am getting off track here, but I just wanted to politely ask all of you to please think on the process you take inside your head, and reply with the
steps you take. It will really help me figure out whom or what I am because I can not really answer that question with truth in my heart and I hope it
is not too much to ask. I remind myself too much of a computer, not saying that I am or even that I am not, but the way they are ran has made me
skeptical that my free will might not be as free as I was taught to believe.
I am saying that I do not really know, how I work would fit in with what I am told a human is supposed to be like. Sure I know what I was told to
think, but after years of reading stories like the ones here on ATS, and the signs everywhere, I just can not get myself to trust a word anyone has
ever said to me. There is the slight chance that I might choose to believe the one wrong thing, and I might have been manipulated to do that as well
in order to have me fall deeper into the web. I may think that it was what I wanted to do but if I could program my computer to crack passwords, hack
codes, and be completely dedicated to the like, my fear lies in the fact that I could wipe that computer of just the right programs to make it think
its main objective is all of a sudden, the opposite, and erase all traces of what it did before.
How many similarities do I have with a computer? Are there similarities because it took a computer program to hack inside of my mind to remotely
control it and I am noticing glitches from the rushed job of the install? Did I zone out, or did someone walk right up to me, point a gun in my face,
take me to a lab, and wipe that experience from my memory, into just a feeling of zoning out? Do the others, that I may have been with at the time,
not notice anything because they are told there is nothing to notice, or the same thing happened to them at the same time? I have felt like my
memories have been blocked from me. I can get them right on the tip of my tongue, but for the life of me I can not access it, until I either remember
it or lose it completely, and have to look it up on the net.
I am not usually the victor in these battles, and that scares me a lot, because if I forgot, was it really my fault, or is there a chance that, what I
was trying to remember was against the rules? Or would it lead me to something someone did not want me to see, so they blocked it? I do not know about
anything at all anymore, because a huge red flag comes up to me everywhere I look. Not that those things were not there before but that now, I force
myself to think about it. In a way I guess it is a type of antivirus program I might have found, if in fact what I fear has any truth to it. Simple,
and slow but at least in the right direction, unless that is what they want me to think.
Listen, I am on the verge of something huge that everyone could duplicate, and the reason it really was over looked was because we complicated it all
up, when it was really one of the simplest concepts to see. A power so great, that it is confusing how I can keep it inside without having a
breakdown, from just knowing that it is there but just out of reach.
Do you have any idea of what I am talking about? I am talking God power and nothing bad about it. If anything, our God would be proud of his children
finally growing up, into what he had hoped for all along.
For me it started very young, I am thinking like seven but might be off by a few years in the plus. I do not remember 100% exactly but the majority of
this memory still is the back bone of why I am on this path.
I remember playing with my little brother. The two of us were running all over the house, and my brother was chasing me to be exact. I felt like we
were running a fast as the wind until we began running around the dining room table. It was an old looking table with sharp corners. I am sure you
kinda see where this is going next. My brother tripped and fell. His forehead was severely impaled by one of the corners. I got so terrified because
my father was a drunk at the time, and my dumb ass thought he might blame me and I would really get the worst beating of my life, and I had some
pretty bad episodes. (Off topic - Ever have your father feel so bad about how much he hurt you that he even felt bad and tried to make up for that one
time he went too far.) Instead of going to get mommy or daddy to help my little brother, I ran and hid under my bed, leaving him there bleeding on the
I do not remember how long it took for my father to find my brother but it felt like an eternity before I heard the screams of dad calling my name. I
did not respond at first, unsure of his intention of what he would do to me when I got there. I cried the whole time until I finally had the thought
that I might lose my brother, so I went downstairs to face my dad and get his wrath over with so I could help my brother. I saw blood everywhere
leading into the kitchen where my dad had carried my brother over to the counter to try and stop the bleeding. While I was upstairs I heard him call
my mother as she worked a block away from our home, telling her to come home, because my brother was hurt bad.
I have almost but completely blocked out all the memories of what my brother looked like but the ones I can recall are stained into my head and
terrifying. A few moments after my mother came running through the door they left taking my brother with them, but before they did, my mother gave me
a final look like “ How could you”, like I might of did it on purpose. At that moment I was not family anymore and that never fully changed. I
could always feel hatred from them but they never would admit to it. All I remember of after they left, I was thinking that I killed my brother. I see
myself on my knees in my parents’ bedroom by the window facing outside with a never ending string of tears rolling down my face. I prayed, and I
prayed, and I prayed to god. No, it was more like begged and begged god to save my brother and take me instead. I swore to him that I would do
anything for my brother to be okay.
I continued on that way for hours and hours and hours and hours and the light of day turned into the darkness of night. It seemed like days had went
by but it was still dark when I heard the front door forcing me to open my eyes. My heart sunk into my stomach so hard that I could not seem to fight
gravity until I heard my name called a few times. There was not enough happiness or sadness in the voice to determine what I would see when I went
downstairs. Slowly I began to head down only to see my brother acting like nothing had happened.
He had a few stitches in his forehead but so small that it seemed like it happened months as it looked almost completely healed. I understand that it
could have been a smaller gash than it seemed originally and that my brother could have been mostly hysterical from the blood but I was so convinced
that I killed my brother and God had answered my prayer.
I became very close to God speaking to him often. The problem was that he talked back. See I was under the impression that God had answered me so what
else would I think the new voice inside my head was. My father had always repeated the same line to me over and over because he felt I did not get it,
which he was right about. He would always say think before you act, think. At the time I did not realize we had an inner monologue. Inside my head at
the time was based on feelings and not words. Inside I was happy, sad, shy, angry, curious etc… There are a million feeling to feel and that kept me
satisfied enough I guess, to not explore it more. The first time I did was in prayer and when I did a miracle happened.
It did not matter if it was real or not because to that kid there was no other option. I thought it was a direct line to God and with a little
creative imagination I guess what I thought God would say, I said, and since I did not know any better and was afraid of my family I kept it to
myself. I did what God told me that he wanted me to do, and I did not hear the term conscience until later on while in catholic school, so you can
image that this went on for at least too long. In a way it was a good experience because it made me aware of a higher good and that people need an
example to follow. So that is what I did. I used my direct connection secret to help guide Gods children to know what choice is right and what was
wrong. It showed me that there were a lot of people out there that just needed an example so they could figure it out on their own.
This brings me to another question.
2) Can you remember a traumatic experience that shook you to the core, which aided in a life change for you?
And can you remember a time where it seemed like so much time had passed but when you look it has not been that long at all and you are just left
with a feeling of daydreaming or zoning out? Again I am trying to figure out whom or what I am so if you do not care to help then I am possibly
wasting your time but still maybe not. I honestly would not be offended if you clicked out and picked up where you left off in your journey. If you
stayed, thank you and it would help if you had the time to tell me a little about your experiences in these two areas.
My confusion about whom or what I am is driven from the fact that I really do care about what happens to all of you. Sappy but true, and I could not
help it at this point even if I tried, not that some of you would even be able to believe that can exist anymore. Some very strange things, thoughts,
ideas, and analyzed results have left me unsure and searching for answers. It has left me with two options. Either I am not like you, I would like to
unlock my full potential, and I agree that you deserve to know, that I exist here willing to help, or I am like you and you have no idea the level of
power that is inside of each of you. A quandary I aim to solve, and also rectify the toll it is taken from not knowing the truth
I am very hesitant to post this thread because for a long time I have felt watched even in the damn bathroom and even though I have worked on
controlling my thoughts, my end game might still be revealed and because those that do the watching would not be too happy about it and might give me
an itch I do not feel like having to scratch again. I never really went searching for cameras but I have been known to look through the vent holes in
the heating and air-conditioning returns/outputs. (Lol) Yup paranoia sucks but even though I tell myself that the chances of that are so slim, I ca
not seem to shake the return of the same feeling that I am under surveillance”? (Ignore it right, that is what we are taught to do with the
unexplainable feelings or things that we see).
- by Brianegan
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