I just feel the need to put warnings on anything I say publicly and disclaimers.
anything I say is to be taken lightly. I’m in good mental health (sorta). I take the time out to balance my needs.
I’m a human being. I accept this fact of my reality. What I say on this thread is about my personal preservation of my sanity in keeping the lines from blurring with my gifts I was born with.
I fully understand the appropriate times (learned the hard way) when to speak on certain topics.
When I was going through my shit in 20s I didn’t have the tools to keep myself together.
I had to reach for something to help ground me into reality I studied European history.
It gave me the ability to switch gears from talking about mainstream to the other.
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Got that out of the way.
I died in 2010. Full on fucking died. I become a timeline slider. This reality is my afterlife.
This is actually really interesting to me, because I am pretty sure that is the year I was stabbed in the head before everything in my life became bat shit crazy. It might have been a little later. .
But I remember like quite a few scenarios where I was murdered in the subsequent chaos that ensued.
Memories that came back to me during the pandemic around the time I made this account.
There is one memory where an entire group of people were killed along with me and stuffed in oil drums that were found on a ship. I remember seeing it on the news and being like woah I am in one of those drums and so are all the people that I’m stuck in this eternal conflict with.
There was another time I know for a fact I was thrown in a sewer and swallowed by a giant salamander too, but he spit me out. I remember that, became he exclaimed, “disgusting tastes of innocence!” Afterwards and then we talked for hours as he told me his story of how he was sealed up down there and how there was a planetary shift coming where black magick would be widely practiced and more powerful again like in the ye olde days of his youth. This thing was thousands of years old by the way!