These demon aliens would have had me running all over the place. Looking for clue like this was a scooby doo mystery (even though it kinda is). But when I first put my foot down and said I wasn’t going anywhere anymore. I wasn’t doing anything until I figured out what the actual fuck what happening to me that was when I saw them.
Although my mind was still racing with thoughts my life was slowed down. I eliminated enough triggers.
The first day I saw them and am pretty sure I blogged about it here, is I was in the bathroom and I let out a deep breath and the clear air in front on me rippled and tiny sparkles and I was like HUH! And I stared some more with what I call the artist eye which I can explain later in the comments if you ask. Basically I looked into space and focused more on the space in front on me and while I could not see details I could definitely see something there.
After that it was a wrap once they knew I could see them they wanted to scare me, and they did, and I got over it, and I got photo of them.
So they are definitely “real” to some extent. But not real enough. I can account for many times where they have sabotaged something in my life other than a relationship. Like once when I was in college I wrote a paper about how the spirit of Zora Neale Hurston came to me for my thesis paper and little did I know that Alice Walker already wrote a book on that exact topic. Thankfully my teacher believed me and I wasn’t kicked out of school. But plagiarism is a real offense. I til this day haven’t read that book. Lol. And I’m a huge Zora fan. But I know it was them playing with me.
They have their hands in entertainment. This includes books. I don’t know how but they do. Even one of my dreams looked exactly like a scene from the suicide squad before I went to go see it. The part where the Goddess witch was making stuff in the tower.
So I slowed down so much I see how they play, I don’t know how to be accountable in all of this because it is EVERYWHERE and in everything! While suicide may seem like the sweet relief I have a funny feeling it’s not. At least not yet.
So slowing all the way the fuck down I saw some shit that I can not unsee. I saw what was kicking my ass through life and I kept trying to make the best out of terrible situations. It became a life skill. I can point out who at this point in a line up of entities. That’s how much I slowed down. I faced them head on. I just don’t know how to defeat them. I don’t know how to get rid of them. I mean they will call in an army if need be, like they did in 2016 to jump and rape my ass for years. And honestly I don’t know if my ass has it in me. It’s like the boat it just a little steady and I’m not sure where to go or if I should go at all.
Should I swim, will I get sucked under? Again?
As much as I want to know all the wonders of the world, this SUCKS and I doubt I will learn much more other than these assholes exist. I’m here to have a 3D mutha fuckin life and eat some fresh fruits and be boo’ed the fuck up and be chillin and praise and do some good in this world before this body decays. 🙏🏼
I was bugging out because of a break up in ways unknown to me and I was searching for reasons why. Why was I feeling not like myself, why was I seeing this mans name everywhere, why was I having (false) telepathy (but accurate) with him, hearing his voice all the time, like I was doing anything to shake it cause it was not like me to be stuck on someone. Care about them ok, stuck and obsessed no.
So finally when I slowed down I found the culprits. I had to face them. Of course I had to be accountable for my actions. I could have been more graceful. But essentially they demon aliens told me the other day “the reason we picked your ex (false twin flame) was because he wasn’t that into you and so it was more humiliating and funnier” and I told them thank you for being honest. They kind of lost it because I didn’t feel any type of way about it. I mean he probably wasn’t knew where he stood with me which was not long term and I was looking for something long term. So maybe these beings pick up on his intentions and knew they could exploit that with me. Put on a whole production. And when I didn’t want to play I got raped and pedo shit.
Either way. That’s what slowing the fuck down got ME. I’m not really sure what the future holds. I know things can not go on this same cycle though. This shit is OLD. To still be talking about my ex 4 years later is mind boogling (in the way that they do) But whatever.