06-24-2016, 06:57 AM
(This post was last modified: 06-24-2016, 07:26 AM by 1FOE*HAMMER.
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Hello I remembered I was a starseed in a flashback dream, possibly a series of dreams.
The dream starts with the view of a wall of the inside of my ship, there is brown moss with white fruit growing there, I look over to my shipmate and think to him "agreed" with grim determination. He leaves around a corner, and I take a moment to thank my ship for growing the brown moss with fruit for us to eat and hope it will be ok. Then I look out the view screen and see a green and blue planet I know I've been to many times, but this might be the last time in a long time I will see it this way I'm not sure. My shipmate returns, and thinks to me "it's done, now your part" so I walk around the same corner into a darker room with a depression in the floor. A device of some sort rises out of the center of the depression and I begin my task of setting the timer/trigger. I know it will be ejected and detonate near the ship that is pursuing us and will give us time to land, or maybe crash depending how far we are from it when it goes off. Unfortunate we couldn't evade them. When I finish, I push a button and it goes back into the floor. I walk back to my shipmate, "done" I think to him. We then take a moment to remember each other, we were beautiful and strange looking to me through now human eyes. We were pale white with all black eyes and had giant eye sockets protruding to the sides almost like an elephant's ears with a face more like Spielberg's E.T. than a grey, and very long and skinny necks, such a friendly face. Then we looked out the window and waited, as the planet got bigger, and I thought to myself "to help them all"- I woke up crying over still being here.
Of course it took a long journey of self discovery to achieve the dream, but I still wonder if it really is true. I've had several dreams since then with a similar quality, sometimes I wonder if they are implanted, but even if they are I still would have to admit I'm a wanderer of some sort, from personal observations. These flashbacks are so emotional and real and physically painful in most cases, they are impossible to confuse with a mere dream.
Either I've relived several past lives in dreams in which I died violently, or its possible I was running holographic simulations on my ship, or a combo of the two. In one dream I was cut down in an alley, I had one where I fully felt what its like to blow your own brains out, once getting shot in the back as a soldier, and once being executed by mafia types. Most were still painful when I awoke, and I have a mole or mark where the wound would have been in most of them. The one that makes me question the others is where I was in a modern 90's office setting, but there were graphical glitches in the room, so I stopped the simulation to fix the holographic core because it was threatening to go critical, again, and I needed to do some maintenance on it. The holographic core was the same device I later set to overload and eject, though this time it was coming out of the floor of a second story balcony that would have been in thin air or blocking a door below if it went back down.
The other thing that has me wondering if some of the past lives were simulations or implants is that with further self discovery and looking into my family's past I realized I'm very likely a relative of mine I know a lot about, but he was never in WW1 where I remember I died being shot in the back, while zig-zagging to give my buddy a clean shot at a German soldier. Also I have no mole there I can see, and I don't really remember being shot, I woke up instead. I just knew the German couldn't miss and the emotional pain of it had me in a cold sweat and panting. I've had no dreams of my relative, but I get vivid pictures in my mind of details not listed in the known stories that I have only in print. His life's struggles and mine are also extremely similar, too much to be coincidence. I do also have his same talent set (and I look like him) but that's to be expected with genetics. The tough part for me to swallow is, he is famous, so no names, but that also makes me wonder if I'm just another wack-a-do thinking he is the reincarnation of Napoleon like they always show. (I'm not related to Napoleon lol)
I always thought having answers would solve everything, it hasn't yet though.
The part that makes me feel silly is that I can guess from Law of One information I must have been a lower 4d not just from using the physical craft, but also my reckless abandon in matters of compassion, as Ra said I will probably require much of the time/space of 5d to balance it with wisdom. So I figure I must have come here in protest like an activist, I don't think I had my peoples approval, or if I did it was in spirit only at the time. I have been shown in other oddly intense but otherwise normal dreams that because I sneaked in the back door unprepared I'm here only with my shipmate not my twin flame, she is not here. Everyone else made proper reservations and came in with their twin flame, I'm not alone but romance here can only ever be temporary. I just want to visit home again at least, but I fear I am tainted by the whirlwind of karma I've been swept away in since then. I often feel like Tarzan these days.
The dream starts with the view of a wall of the inside of my ship, there is brown moss with white fruit growing there, I look over to my shipmate and think to him "agreed" with grim determination. He leaves around a corner, and I take a moment to thank my ship for growing the brown moss with fruit for us to eat and hope it will be ok. Then I look out the view screen and see a green and blue planet I know I've been to many times, but this might be the last time in a long time I will see it this way I'm not sure. My shipmate returns, and thinks to me "it's done, now your part" so I walk around the same corner into a darker room with a depression in the floor. A device of some sort rises out of the center of the depression and I begin my task of setting the timer/trigger. I know it will be ejected and detonate near the ship that is pursuing us and will give us time to land, or maybe crash depending how far we are from it when it goes off. Unfortunate we couldn't evade them. When I finish, I push a button and it goes back into the floor. I walk back to my shipmate, "done" I think to him. We then take a moment to remember each other, we were beautiful and strange looking to me through now human eyes. We were pale white with all black eyes and had giant eye sockets protruding to the sides almost like an elephant's ears with a face more like Spielberg's E.T. than a grey, and very long and skinny necks, such a friendly face. Then we looked out the window and waited, as the planet got bigger, and I thought to myself "to help them all"- I woke up crying over still being here.
Of course it took a long journey of self discovery to achieve the dream, but I still wonder if it really is true. I've had several dreams since then with a similar quality, sometimes I wonder if they are implanted, but even if they are I still would have to admit I'm a wanderer of some sort, from personal observations. These flashbacks are so emotional and real and physically painful in most cases, they are impossible to confuse with a mere dream.
Either I've relived several past lives in dreams in which I died violently, or its possible I was running holographic simulations on my ship, or a combo of the two. In one dream I was cut down in an alley, I had one where I fully felt what its like to blow your own brains out, once getting shot in the back as a soldier, and once being executed by mafia types. Most were still painful when I awoke, and I have a mole or mark where the wound would have been in most of them. The one that makes me question the others is where I was in a modern 90's office setting, but there were graphical glitches in the room, so I stopped the simulation to fix the holographic core because it was threatening to go critical, again, and I needed to do some maintenance on it. The holographic core was the same device I later set to overload and eject, though this time it was coming out of the floor of a second story balcony that would have been in thin air or blocking a door below if it went back down.
The other thing that has me wondering if some of the past lives were simulations or implants is that with further self discovery and looking into my family's past I realized I'm very likely a relative of mine I know a lot about, but he was never in WW1 where I remember I died being shot in the back, while zig-zagging to give my buddy a clean shot at a German soldier. Also I have no mole there I can see, and I don't really remember being shot, I woke up instead. I just knew the German couldn't miss and the emotional pain of it had me in a cold sweat and panting. I've had no dreams of my relative, but I get vivid pictures in my mind of details not listed in the known stories that I have only in print. His life's struggles and mine are also extremely similar, too much to be coincidence. I do also have his same talent set (and I look like him) but that's to be expected with genetics. The tough part for me to swallow is, he is famous, so no names, but that also makes me wonder if I'm just another wack-a-do thinking he is the reincarnation of Napoleon like they always show. (I'm not related to Napoleon lol)
I always thought having answers would solve everything, it hasn't yet though.
The part that makes me feel silly is that I can guess from Law of One information I must have been a lower 4d not just from using the physical craft, but also my reckless abandon in matters of compassion, as Ra said I will probably require much of the time/space of 5d to balance it with wisdom. So I figure I must have come here in protest like an activist, I don't think I had my peoples approval, or if I did it was in spirit only at the time. I have been shown in other oddly intense but otherwise normal dreams that because I sneaked in the back door unprepared I'm here only with my shipmate not my twin flame, she is not here. Everyone else made proper reservations and came in with their twin flame, I'm not alone but romance here can only ever be temporary. I just want to visit home again at least, but I fear I am tainted by the whirlwind of karma I've been swept away in since then. I often feel like Tarzan these days.