I suspect that this has to do with something much later in the story. Apparently keeping Nautela and Sam separated really messed up things. It’s like intervening with the destiny that Pleroma has put in place, so perhaps that’s also what’s going on here. That’s why when people are like: “It’s God’s will to do this and if you don’t X will happen” and then X doesn’t happen when we tell them they’re lunatics. You’ll know if it’s destiny that leads you somewhere. If it’s not, the universe will make sure you know.
BONUS SCENE: Sam in the Underworld (ANRD050620A)
I’m still working on this part of the timeline, but I feel like it happens right after he’s thrown in.
Sam finds himself thrown to the ground by a demon. He tries to scramble to his feet, but is dragged by the collar of his shirt to this man in the center of this red chamber. It’s lit up by fire. The man at the center is Hades.
Sam is brought to this cauldron at the center of the chamber. The demon grabs the back of his head to force him to face Hades. Hades grips Sam's face. Hades's voice sounds like thunder through the chamber as Sam continues to struggle in an effort to get away. “Take blood from the cut, don’t injure that pretty face.”
The demon shoves Sam's face into the cauldron water, ripping him back up before he drown. The waters turn this translucent blue. Hades seems impressed.
I spent some time thinking of everything last night, and out of no where had another “sad feck” spell. I think the dreams are still symbolic in a way, as in the characters that are there aren’t the actual characters, but maybe some alternate “symbol” of these characters. It’s been an interesting thought, but then it only makes me more confused about who they could be. Some days I wish they were just random dreams, because then I could pretend that none of it is real and go about with my hum-drum life. Eh. I’m moody today–ignore me.
I had an unpleasantly pleasant dream last night. They creep up from time to time when I least expect them. Mysterious keeps me at a distance, despite using a guise to make it seem like we’re close. Not sure why he does that, one of the many mysterious things about him.
I opened my eyes, lying on my back in a place I didn’t recognize. The world had an orange glow, like the room had been lit up by torch light. I didn’t really look to see where the light was coming from.
Mysterious laid down beside me, on his stomach. He stared at somewhere else in the room, not looking at me.
Weird thing that I’m not sure I understand why this is yet–but sometimes he appears with orange/gold eyes, sometimes a deep brown. I will note that when he’s grumpy/angry/doing something supernatural he has the orange.
It was the first time I’d been this close to him in a while, enough to be touching that is. His expression was one I’d sen a few times–brooding. He rested his chin on his elbow, then started talking about waiting around on something, my mind wants to say “the dream timeline” but I can’t tell if I’m making that up. I couldn’t remember the whole conversation.
He sat up on his knees. He was a lot–thinner–than I remembered. He almost looked sick. He pulled me up. Things followed.
Eventually I stood up on the side of the platform (?). There was this wooden extension to the platform/bed. I remember seeing a plaque sitting nearby that said something about being an award from service in Ona. I then read his name and Nautela’s.
He was still talking about things in the background. He’d told me before that he “took down any reminders” because the “memories were too painful,” so I was surprised to find the plaque. I turned to face him, then woke up.
Mysterious has been real broody lately.
ANRE200106A: Two Bozos
The first time we’ve used an experience tag, whaaaatt?
Despite the sage and warding sigils we put up in every room of the house, two “angels” appeared in my bedroom two nights ago. I honestly thought it was Mysterious at first, because the energy was so strong.
After taking some advice from the forum and cleansing the place, we’ve had many less visitors–I basically energy-bombed the house like we had a flea problem with sage and cedar wood. I’ve also gotten better about shielding, because I was too lazy before. Ugh. Possibly rambling.
I was meditating, this particular kind I pace and meditate (movement helps me when I need to focus on a particular subject). The world shifted into this weird “too real” place, where I felt like a balloon forced down by a child for lack of a better analogy. This has only happened with Mysterious before, when he was trying to make me “focus” on him without going through a whole ritual about it.
ME: Oh! Hey!
“MYSTERIOUS”: Sit. We need to talk.
“MYSTERIOUS”: What are you doing?
ME (doing that stupid-squinty-eye look): You’re in a mood or you’re blocking me.
“MYSTERIOUS”: We want to know about this timeline.
ME: Ahhh… You’re not Mysterious. I shouldn’t talk to you.
P1: Wait–we want to help you.
ME: Eh, I’m good.
P1: Look bitch.
Something crawls up from the stairway outside my door. My two dogs are sitting beside me, so it’s not them. This thing feels bigger, too. I get a really uneasy feeling. I call out to Mysterious, but this thing is blocking me.
P1: Now, we don’t have to call him right now, do we?
I begin to throw up another shield.
ME: Who are you?
The thing moves around the room trying to get closer to me. I try to scan for an identity. I get “associated with black dragon.”
ME: I demand to know who you are and why you’ve entered my home.
P1: Look, this thing is important. People are talking. We just want to make sure we have an understanding.
ME: You need to leave.
The thing from the stairs slides past my foot. I get a sick feeling. At this point I’m trying anything to try and reach Mysterious. Something in the movement causes him to hear me.
Thanks to ANRD200108D, I’ve been able to spend a lot more time exchanging energy with my man Mysterious. We had a few long sessions astrally that I thought was pretty interesting. It fills an immediate need for my sad self.
Had some chats with a few folks on the forum who mentioned something about getting some more support since those idiots tried to bully their way in the crib the other day. Now I have to enlist assistance, what a bummer. Pfft. The animals.
Had an interesting dream about the tower.
Mysterious, myself, and two others were walking through some bogs. We were there to hunt a plant-like creature that wandered through the bog. It had the head of a giant flower but a form like a human (but green). We were sent here to hunt this thing by the old man that lead the tower.
We catch up with the creature, where we defeat it. After defeating the initial form of the creature, we uncover that a demon known as Morgond was possessing the thing. This creature looks like a blob with teeth, and is the color of the nasty water around us.
We defeated him, but mostly because of myself and Mysterious. The other two rookies were going on about their share of the loot, but I turned to Mysterious and said: "I’ll share the loot with him, but not the others. You didn’t do anything to help other than throw a few stones.
The juniors were to the corner of the elevator, trying to stay away from me. I asked them why they cowered, then shrugged. “Oh yeah… We’re here.” I felt really bothered by this. People thought we were monsters.
In this elevator with us was a panel member. The panel member wore all black, and was a short woman with short hair. She was to help sway the vote in the juniors favor, in an effort to get the rebels a foothold on the tower. I already knew this, working with the man who lead the compound as a double agent.
Mysterious folded his arms and leaned against the back of the elevator across from me. He didn’t say much as he put it together that we both were pulling the long con. At first I thought he was feeling betrayed by me by his expression.
We went before the panel and discussed what happened with the creature. The old man approached me and told me that I did a good job with everything. He then reveals that he planted me there in an effort to thwart the rebellion against him in the new city, then he also reveals that Mysterious was doing the same. I was incentivised by money, but Mysterious had other plans.
The rebels were taken away with their rogue panel leader. The old man turned to us: “Before I pay you two with the $500,000… I have one thing to present to you.”
He lead us into a back room where these two chairs were. White and modern, they had red cushions on them with these places to insert machine wires. You could sit in the chair and be connected to your past. You could even alter the past.
Mysterious frowned. “So you don’t have my daughter then?”
“I do not.” The old man said. “I have one of your sons. He on his way.” The old man took a step back as Mysterious sat down in a chair across from me. “These machines will allow you to find your daughter, though–should you choose to take this over the money.”
I looked to him for an answer. Mysterious pondered it over, looking at the old man and rubbing the handles of the chairs.
In this dream, the old man and the rookies referred to Mysterious as Lucifer, but as I’ve mentioned countless times, I eat that with a grain of salt. It could just be a testament to this being the “other part” of Mysterious.
So I thought about this last night… Found another dream where Sam kidnaps this other girl in his madness. I never understood what his last statement meant until last night when I was putting this in the timeline.
I was slipping into a bath inside of a master bathroom. I believe I was at what I perceived was my home. This ID goes off and says that Sam was calling me. I answered the call, hearing a young girl’s voice. I ask who this is.
Sam takes the phone, thinking he hung up. I hear him say something about taking this girl on a trip away from everything in an effort to keep her safe. The call hangs up.
I throw on a robe, slamming my fist down on the device. “CALL SAM NOW.” I shout angrily.
Sam answers the phone, a slight happiness in his voice.
“WHERE IS SHE? WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” I shout.
“Well, fair is fair. I’m taking her since [Nibanae] took ours. I’ll keep her safe, don’t worry. I’m taking her to [Adam] and [Wells].”
I shake my head. I either hang up or he hangs up on me. I empty the bath and rush to the closet. I’m going after him. For some reason, in this dream I don’t trust him.
So, I’ve come to the conclusion that their daughter had passed away by this point. I have reason to believe, based on what I meditated on last night, that perhaps that was their only true child? It’s just a guess at this point because I haven’t had dreams about it (that I’ve seen so far in the catalogue.)
One small commentary before I move on to scene B… I think it’s really sad what happened to Sam. Everytime I see any “major” event, I feel like Sam is beat up every time. This dude just can’t win–it makes me sad just thinking about it.
ANRD160813B: The Kidnapper Becomes the Kidnapped
Sam is now the main “protagonist” in this dream. Sam looks–sick.
I could just be guessing, but maybe this indicates this weird “mental state” that he seems to slide into from time to time. It’s borderline psychosis at its worst, depression at its best.
Sam drives them through a city, where he waits for [Adam] and [Wells] to show up and take the girl. In the process, two agents that I believe to work for Nibanae show up. They fight Sam and basically subdue him and take him and the girl.
Some time passes and they’ve transported the two to a room. I see Sam tied to this chair, hooked up to a machine that is supposed to electrocute him. These agents hope that by doing this they will kill Sam and then once they do, they’ll kill this girl.
Sam is upset about the situation. I get the impression that the feeling that motivated him to take this girl–due to what happened to the other girl–really tore at him. Death really is the only thing that I could think of that could drive someone to this point.
The dream cuts across the street from an abandoned skyscraper. Gabby is standing there, dressed in black. She zips up her jacket, and I hand her the binoculars. We can see the room where they are being held captive.
“We should get moving.” Gabby shakes her head. “They don’t look like they’re going to wait much longer.”
“I’m going to kill him when this is over with.” I put on some gloves.
Mannnnnn, even if this stuff turns out to be BS, it should make for a good novel, right? Change some context and characters and BAM. Maybe I’d make enough to write my other fiction works full time (Black Goat series in particular). It’s a dream, ok?
Just musing, here. I find this stuff absolutely fascinating. The human mind is insane with what it can do.
Hycart is a company, and probably is the real name for the “Fat Cat Co” and “ImagiTech” that seems to be hunting Nautela and Sam throughout the last half of the timeline. The leader of this group, which I’ll call “Tom” for all intents and purposes (mostly because I don’t know is actual name), believes the kidnapping Sam and using him as a conduit for the beast would allow it to come into this world, ultimately “birthing” a god. I gathered this from a few different things, mostly dreams.
Here is a dream where I actually heard the name of the company:
ANRD200104A: Hycart's Relief Effort
We were in some sort of academy/military base. It had the overall appearance of being a school, but really it was somewhere where people were employed vs. just studying. Some of the other women there were a lot younger than me, similar in appearance to children, but I feel like–perhaps–they were just represented that way.
We were on a trip. It was war time in the surrounding areas. Because of the war, supplies were short. We were waiting in line at a hotel-like structure in a beach city. The hotel appeared a little retro, but massive. Others waited in line, while I waited against the wall across the way. I had a thermos of water and two sets of electric keys. One was in the shape of a diamond with 4 buttons on it.
I was talking to one of the other women that I was familiar with, possibly a leader of this group, about the challenges that we were experiencing. I mentioned to her that I didn’t trust Hycart Munitions (P?) Corp, and that she shouldn’t either. (I made a note that the name was definitely military in nature.)
The woman brushed me off and joined the line. I was put off by her dismissal of my claims about Hycart but came to accept it was the norm.
I stared there, against the wall, until the line lessened. When I joined the line, the remainder of the girls did as well. A girl, [Maria] was in front of me. She said something about going out after the job and I declined. I told her that I was available either Monday or Tuesday. A leader nearby overheard me, and commented that I couldn’t do that day because of a test. I recall thinking that her interruption was weird.
We finally get into the building, where you grabbed two small drinks and waited for food at a table. Maria and I sat down, and then these other girls did as well. At the time, I was considered “popular” among the others. (I noted this because at one point Nautela is ostracised.)
I wanted to create a quick-reference for some timeline details. I was going to do this yesterday but thought it wasn’t helpful… But I think it will be.
THE ULTIMATE REFERENCE GUIDE
Sam/ Lucifer / Mysterious (?) / Encumbrance (symbolic) - Protagonist, Prince of ?, (later) Shadow King
Nautela / Julie- Protagonist, Princess of ?
Gabby - Princess of ?
Emily - Scientist, important person within the Hycart corporation
Natalia - Daughter of Sam and Nautela
Nibanae / Black Dragon/ Chaos - Physical embodiment of Chaos at the beginning of this story.
The old man / Eli - Sam’s father
Leo - One of the three hounds that Lucifer has. Executes his will sometimes.
Neil - One of the three hounds that Lucifer has. Executes his will sometimes. Killed by
Man in the suit/ Bane (this is meant symbolically) - ? ? Possibly one of the three pieces of Lucifer? Unsure. If it is a “part of Lucifer” then why is it literately trying to kill them? Doesn’t add up.
Alex - that heifer that sees stuff from time to time and writes it down. Might be psychotic.
Asmodeus - only recently shown up in another dream. Could be insignificant or unrelated to timeline.
Hades - The leader of the prison/pit when Sam is sent down there.
Morgond - The mind-control creature that Sam and Nautela fight in the bog.
Unconfirmed Names (We don’t know their real names) Don’t judge me for my lack of creativity/originality for these names. All of them are based on tropes that show up in their character arcs.
Maria - Blonde female, same age as Nautela.
Evelyn - Ios’s other daughter.
Ios - Nautela's father.
Alessa - Nautela's mother.
Hera - Ios’s wife. (Cause Ios is a hoe like Zeus. He has infinite numbers of children.)
Iason - Allessa’s husband. (He’s a farmer, so I stole “Iason” from a fanfiction I read a long time ago that had a farmer.)
Sophia - Sam’s “mother.” The mother of Sam's brother. (I read one time that Sophia was the wife of God so I stole this)
(Blonde woman) - Sam's real mother.
Pleroma - similar to Nibanae, this is the embodiment of existence/life (I read one time that pleroma was "the embodiment/totality of God’s powers, so I also stole this)
Tom - Nautela's half-brother.
Atlas - the boy that Sam and Nautela adopted from the leader.
Matthias - the youngest boy that is the son of Sam and Nautela or is adopted by them
Anne - the woman that kills Nautela's father.
Mary - the aunt that works with Hycart and is executive level. Named her after someone in my real life that looks JUST like her.
Ona - The “bay city” that is the hub for trade. It’s the largest city in their world prior to the war. Originally a capitol city.
The Black Tower- the original birthplace of the “good doctor’s” program for dealing with the corruption
Ishtar - The city where Sam is sent to fight in the war.
Troger- Holds some sort of secret for Nautela to find Sam but that’s the only context I have.
From another post I made on this thread, here is my dream/experience numbering system.
Archival System Explanation (Understanding the Catalogue)
ANR --> Dreamer (later, you will see dreams from (Mal) as well)
ANR = Me
ADR = “Mal”
D = Boyfriend
EM = “Eric”
BD = “Ben”
D --> Type of Archive
D = Dream
E = Experience
C = Conversation (transcripts only), sometimes overlaps with Experiences
19 --> Year 07 --> Month 01 --> Day A --> Dream sequence #
I have lots of dreams, some of them happen on the same night. If a dream changes topics drastically or switches topics, I will update the sequence number. I will also change the sequence number if the dream is broken up by me waking up.
Also, updated the collection of posts to be more targeted:
Dream, Experience, and Conversation Catalogue of ItsAlexThe7
ANRD200119A: “To all the kings we’ll never bow to.”
Mysterious interrupts a gladiator-style game where is people are forced to fight “flesh-rippers.”
Sam is charging into a gladiator ring. Sweat drips down his face. He didn’t have much time. No one attempted to stop him, and were in fact happy to see him. He wasn’t happy to be here. He shouldn’t be here.
Sam takes a torch from the wall in the corridor that leads down to where the slaves are kept. These people are “touched” by the darkness. Those that are tied up are pleading with passing guards for their lives. Sam is thinking about the dynamic. Apparently these people are of lesser status and barely considered “people” because of their affliction. It’s the same one Sam has but has kept hidden.
He sent the guards away from their posts, guising it as wanting a moment alone with the woman that was bound to the wall. She panics as he approaches her, but instead of touching her, he takes the torch to the rope line that binds the woman and the others to the wall. It burns and loosens. This line of people are saved.
The woman asks why he’s doing this, and he reveals he’s one of them. He releases the last bit of them, then shouts: “TO ALL THE KINGS WE WILL NEVER BOW TO!”
The woman leads a charge against the guards, breaking for their freedom. She then takes the opportunity to kill the man what was in charge of them. They leave.
Sam stays behind. He has one thing to wrap up first–and that was the king. Sam had every intention of killing the king when he shown up here today. He wanted to end the madness. He entered the ring and faced the king. The king was an old man, and he wore a crown of gold, adorned with green and red gems.
Suddenly I was close up to Sam's face in third person. His brown eyes turned to the goldish-orange color that is in the image on the Mysterious post. I then hear a woman’s voice singing a line to the tune of the “Lullaby of Woe”: “but I can see what’s in your soul.”
This was the night that I approached Mysterious about the timeline after the ritual. I found it ironic that I’d see more about him.
Very interesting and detailed journals. Mysterious isn’t that big of a mystery since he has been with us for thousands of years or perhaps when the earth was created.
The vision with the lab and back and forth, you feel you are trapped and cannot escape and then once out of the lab, you are told to go back, you are confused and can not find a solution and
you are unsure of how to escape the situation. No matter what you do I Lucifer am in control, you can try and escape your generational hex but no matter where you go I will be there to enforce it.
With the dead doctor, you can try and heal yourself but I will destroy your remedy as I control all around you. The field and dead trees and roots are his gateways and is a symbol of nature that surrounds you as he is coming to you in this vision to your world from the darkened universe.
The death and decay are his gifts as he can’t create life but he can destroy it, he is playing hide and seek in the field and home as he wants to gain your attention, intruding into your space and mind to deliver this telepathic vision of destruction, he is gloating and saying try and stop me if you can.
These visions are frightening and powerful. Whoever your opponent is he/she cast a powerful death hex upon your family, someone who holds one hell of a grudge. I would try and track this wonderful and unique individual and deal with them harshly and permanently.
You know, I never thought of it that way. This is rather exciting in a weird, twisted way. Any progress is good progress in my opinion.
Interestingly enough, I do not know who the witch is. I know what she looks like. BUT, I know who sent the witch.
Mysterious is with a young girl. They are standing outside of a huge castle. The structure appears almost Chinese in its architecture. This is the castle that the young girl will inherit from her father.
Throughout the dream, Mysterious is taking this girl and running from place to place in an effort to escape his brother and a creature that hunts them. It wants to kill the girl. His brother, despite “working with” the creature, was trying to play double-agent and stop it from reaching the girl and Mysterious.
The chase ends at a harbor-side apartment. The snow is now too thick to traverse, and seeing that the girl is nearly freezing he takes her inside. This girl must be 7-9 years old, she’s dressed in a pretty white dress and has a silver crown on her head. (Not to make this about me, but she does appear similar to myself as a young child.)
There are other people in this apartment, and they allow the pair to seek refuge there. Mysterious tells the young girl to hide under the bed until he can deal with the creature. They burst into the room and attack Mysterious. Mysterious fights them off, stealing away the girl and running into the snow. He’s desperately trying to get away.
Despite trying to escape the castle, he finds himself holding the girl and standing in front of it once again. He recognizes that this is magic. He cannot escape it. Oddly enough, the girl doesn’t seem afraid. She takes him by the hand and leads him into the house. He’s very uneasy.
The creature is on their tail. He follows her and tries to hide the energy that lingers behind them. He must’ve done a great job this time, because the hunters are unable to find them. Mysterious takes her down to the basement and tells her to get in a cabinet. She climbs into the cabinet and he shuts it. He sits himself down in front of the cabinet. He’s trembling.
The queen of this castle appears. She invites him to sit at a table where there is a menagerie of food. Mysterious joins her at the table. The queen then talks to him about the princess. Mysterious uses his powers to give food to the princess, who somehow snuck out of the cabinet without being seen.
The queen reveals that she is angry about the princess inheriting the throne. Mysterious, despite his nervousness, is angered by the conversation. He has the startling realization that the queen sent that thing after them. He stands from the table, shouting at her for her selfishness. It startles the girl, who stands up. The princess runs over to Mysterious, hiding behind him.
Realizing what just happened, Mysterious meets the eyes of the queen. I can see the nervousness painted on his face. The queen then turns her attention to the girl, stating: “Follow me, let me show you what is left.”
He takes the girl by the hand and holds her close. The castle is attached to a mountain, and they built into the mountain. Other parts of the castle are falling into disarray. The place is dark. He continues to inspect things as the queen continues to talk about the estate. Mysterious is trying to find something among the king’s things that can help him get out of this situation.
Queen is symbolic for one particular character. I don’t know her name, but considering early on in the dream timeline there is this “shock value” of the girl showing up and being the heir to the throne makes me believe “queen” just represents that she is the woman from before during the party.
You give me much to ponder.
So, interesting you say that… There are a few visions where he definitely plays a negative role, though they are not as frequent as the roles that I see where he’s a positive influence.
I actually just thought about this as I was writing, what if that is this entity? I mention that because there is a constant play on the “Mysterious” thing. There is a Mysterious that works with us and one that works against us. This “dragon,” I hypothesize, uses Sam's face later in an effort to distract Nautela and get her in a place where he can attack her.
Oohee, this has been fruitful. I greatly appreciate the insight, fam.
Besides these very graphic visions have you experienced strange burn marks in rows of three or strange burns on your arms or legs? Have you suddenly woken up at 3:30 am and had a flash of white light go off, or other visions where a flash of white light flashes? Have you had visions with a large black spider?
After Mysterious and I had improved our relationship, no. As time went on, he got more and more “protective” of the space he deemed as his. After a few people found themselves on the bad end of a fight they don’t come around anymore. (Mal) used to experience this a lot, as did (Kelsey). (Kelsey) actually wound up separating herself from me for a brief period because an entity that came into her house did a gnarly gash on her shoulder.
When we would use a spirit board at (Mal’s) house, the gashes would appear on her father. He had a really bad one once after I’d stayed the night at her house. Bled everywhere. This was years ago though.
The most “physical” experience I’ve had with Mysterious is when he saved me from death in a car accident. I had his hands imprinted on my thighs where he pushed me down in the seat when we rolled the car. Man. That was a bad day for both of us (I’d pushed that down somewhere until it resurfaced just now).
I don’t hold the witching hours to much significance. In my experience with Mysterious, dark is dark. He doesn’t care how dark it is outside. haha
I have been known to see white flashes from time to time. My most “excitable” thing to happen, though, is seeing shadow orbs float through the house from time to time.
Ehhhhh. I’ve stayed away from spiders. I associate them with “the spider lady” and she doesn’t like me for one reason or another.
Very interesting. The castle vision and escape to the coast and hiding in another apartment, you can run but can’t hide from me and my powers.
This is Lucifer’s warning as a girl dressed in white, you are trying to protect your home and family, a man’s/woman’s home is his/her castle. That not only was a hex placed on your family (parents) and fallen to you but this angry, malevolent individual is continuing to cast against you, hence the continued powerful visions. Sounds like chaos magic summoning all forces of darkness.
In these visions Lucifer is taunting you. That you and your family have been trying to fight off this curse without success as it keeps coming back.
That perhaps you are the oldest child of the family and have inherited this hex as the oldest it has fallen to you and this Queen hates your family and is seeking vengeance with a spiritual battle for control of your mind with warnings that a continued battle exists between forces that are attacking you or your friends to try and destroy your family relationships and harm your friends to affect your relationships with them.
Since you know who is behind this and that they are paying someone to cast, have you tried confronting this individual and try to make them stop?
You could be right, but I’m by no means spectacular. My family comes from a line of unsuccessful farmers up north, and no one in this line seems to have any “specialness” to them–myself included. I’ll continue to think on this.
I say this from a point of: “What would be the purpose if this isn’t related to a past life?”
If Mysterious and Lucifer are the same being, idk–I just can’t shake the feeling that he’s not a bad guy. He got me the job with one of the top 4 consulting agencies in the US and when the going got tough he helped me out of the situation (even when I didn’t want to leave).
The weird thing is, I have really good relationships. I’m slightly eh–estranged–from my family by choice. Bad things have happened to them but 99.9% of the time they’ve definitely done it to themselves. I believe most of the “bad things” that happen have been from their karma.
I don’t have a lot of bad relationships either, any bad ones have come from a situation where someone has an inferiority complex (if we’re talking about some of my recent posts in the 72 summons) and they’ve tried to assert some sort of dominance over me. Ironically enough, my other friends are starting to come out of the woodwork to say: “Hey no, we’re sticking with Alex on this one.” And it’s even more so turning out in my favor.
I don’t have any sort of name, and according to Mysterious, if I approach her she’ll find my location. That seems counter-intuitive to what we’ve been doing. He’s said before that we’re “in the bubble” and “the bubble is safe.” Basically insinuating that we’re using the veil against those that originally created it. It’s possible its a lie on his part, but that just doesn’t sit right with me. I’d have to spend some time meditating on it to come so a conclusion.
I may try a 13 herb bath or something for banishing hexes to test the theory. I’ll do some research on the forum as well for some possible “hex removal” rituals. I’m always down to test a hypothesis.
I find myself kept up by the unknowns of work (and my present status at my company) and want to share more dreams from the weekend.
ANRD200119A: The Lab
I am in the body of Sam. I was trapped within this laboratory for some time, hiding from these creatures called “flesh-rippers.” They were like giant spiders made of flesh, but they had giant human teeth (it’s as feckin weird to look at as it sounds). From what I could tell they had no eyes and tracked with sound.
This team of four shows up. Two men and two women. They were armed to the teeth and wore these fancy outfits that protected them from contamination. One of the men gave me his extra gun and clothing.
We ran through the tunnel. The power was out in this place. We gunned the creatures down as we made our way to the exit.
As you can tell from previous dreams, Sam as a soft spot for these creatures. He winds up saving a few from mistreatment and whatnot. I don’t know if it’s related to his family’s work or if he relates to them because they have the same disease as him or not.
ANRD200119B: The Source
I am once again in the body of Sam. I am at the black tower, waiting in a room. Something happens and a flesh ripper gets into the facility. I didn’t have a gun on me, so I needed to hide.
I tried to hide beneath one of the beds, but my body was too big. As I tried to slide under the bed, one of them entered my living quarters. I covered my mouth in an effort to silence myself, but it was no use. The beast jumped onto the bed and stared down at me. Weirdly enough, this one didn’t attack me. It only stared at me.
I managed to put it together at Nautela entered the room. “They are wolves first. They mutate.”
I pet the beast, and it allowed it. The creature was slightly annerved for some reason, but I did my best to calm it.
I’m not sure when this applies, but it’s when Nautela is employed at the dark tower.
Nautela is walking through the street. She is wearing the same outfit that those guys were that saved Sam before. She has a big gun on her shoulder as she walks down the street shouting a people as they pass.
“Curfew will be in effect in a few hours!” She held her hand on the trigger. “If you are out after curfew you WILL be shot on sight!”
We were shooting these people because we needed to contain the infection. The flesh-rippers and their relatives only came out at night. We didn’t want it to spread to the masses.
I’m walking along and hear a siren. I shout to some folks nearby. “FLESH RIPPERS ARE COMING! GET INSIDE AND HIDE!”
I pulled the gun off my shoulder and cock it as I run down the street towards the chaos.
I’m on day 3 of burning the Jinx/hex removal candle. I’ve added additional herbs to the circle that are supposed to add “boosts” to the candle. I also dressed the candle with these herbs as well. I haven’t seen a lot of changes, and the dreams have stayed consistent. Idk if these candles have to be completely burned out in order to “work” so I’ll continue to report.
I must admit that the saging recommended to me by MagusofPlague has really changed the house the most. I don’t know why I ever hesitated (other than the angering the minor gods of fire-protection, and I call them that because of their wrathful vengeance that they take out on me in the middle of the saging sessions).
"Synchronicities" & Gnosis?
I’ve been reading a lot this week, mostly because it’s a nice escape from some things going on with work. I uncovered some posts by LuciusOfficial that taught me what this is and I’m like:
I’m sure I’ve seen these on other posts, but I related it back to a text I read in high school. In the Gospel of Thomas, which I was rather obsessed with in my youth for a solid year, there was an excerpt from “Jesus” that read like:
“Let him who seeks continue seeking until he finds. When he finds, he will become troubled.”
How those things tie together? Well, I’m curious when you’re “seeking until you find” that you may stumble across something that could slip you into gnosis. I am by no means an expert, and honestly didn’t understand what this fully meant until I read some of Oddnan’s latest experiences on the matter that lead me to do some research on my own. Could this be what this “troubled” is? I beg the question to myself on this Thursday afternoon as I recount on the things that I saw last night.
I made a post a long time ago about these weird “zone-outs” that came with more frequency this past year. Likely it’s nothing (or stress) as mentioned in the subsequent conversation of the post but I noticed something strange last night.
I went to see a film that I’ve been meaning to see for a few months now, but never got around to it. Something would always come up. Ironic, because I find that when I’m about to uncover something important through a “synchronicity” the universe goes quite out of its way to keep me from experiencing it. Anyway, forced myself into the theater and sat down in our assigned seats. I was in seat C4 (3rd letter of the alphabet + 4 seat = 7 I realize half way through the film.)
I won’t go into too much detail because I’m going to take a post from Faustus to heart that I read through Oddnan’s journals (which I recommend for anyone who wants to laugh, cry, or have their mind blown) because I believe it makes a good point that I’ve been a little oblivious to.
That said, I found myself lost in amazement as I watched some recurring symbolism from the dream timeline take place on the screen. After it was over I found myself rushing home because I had the indication that I was “slipping” into something, it’s a moment where I’m “there” but not really. It’s hard to describe, with those weird slips “pieces” fit together. Idk. Sounds dumb saying it out loud. Apparently my main “gift” is to put pieces together, like a puzzle, based on some dream sequences (that and I was able to “learn and divulge secrets” apparently–I’m assuming its some spy related thing).
I don’t know what all of the symbols and stuff means yet, but it’s on my list to ponder today. It’s rather exciting that the universe continues to feed my constant desire for validation because I think I’m a lunatic. haha
My G… If you ever find yourself in Nashville, I owe you a tall one (or twelve). I have literally thought about this post since I read it. Throughout the whole process, I was unsure that this was going to do anything. In all fairness, it has and hasn’t. I guess I expected to feel better and that everything I was doing would end and I’d wake up the next day with a new sense of clarity. It was me being in my own way.
Your divination is correct, if we take into consideration that the past lives are a thing. This “woman” who was the “matriarch” until Nautela’s mother came along and usurped it. It ruined a dream. I could imagine that she would send someone after her.
I saw a film on Wednesday of last week, which I definitely believed was this “synchronicity” business. It gave me some indications on the dream timeline, but that was such a small portion of the larger picture. I’ve always been too concerned with the fine details, trying to perfect that “happy tree” and neglecting the larger countryside. There are other trees, but I’m too worried about this one tree.
This hex thing was a real side-blinder here in my high castle. Mysterious said something to me in a dream once: “The only thing you are fighting is the truth.” I lived in a bubble where everything was perfect, yet couldn’t fight the feeling that something is terribly wrong. I thought for a while that I was making it up, trying to be dramatic.
I stood outside this afternoon, staring out over the hills that sprawled out behind the condo as a gentle breeze blew through the buildings. I’ve been spending so much time thinking about things, specifically some interesting details that I saw in the “synchronicity.” I couldn’t figure out what it meant and suddenly it clicked. All the pieces fell into place and everything made perfect sense. When I took a step back and looked at the peaceful valley, instead of this one “happy tree,” I saw everything exactly for what it was.
“You are trapped in a box with no windows or doors.”
[Mal] was told this before she died. My boyfriend said this about her after she passed. I am presently trapped in this same box, unable to see beyond the four walls, which has skewed my perception of true reality.
Armed with this new information, I have a few options for moving forward—my next call to Vine will be an interesting one. It’s rather ironic, now that I think about it, Vine. A vine out of the box .
It’s been a lot to process. But—while I’ve succumbed to my own childish desires—I can at least see now what has been holding me back. Honestly, I think I knew it the whole time. I wanted something so desperately I believed the lie. Hooked. Lined. And Sinker.
“You are the one you’ve been waiting for.”
There is no dogma, there is no magical answer. I told my boyfriend on Sunday in a heated debate that “you form your own reality” and it all sits interestingly in front of me now. This strange little mess I’ve made. I stand in the middle of it saying “I am so unhappy” and wondering what it will take to make me truly happy or even content (because happiness is fleeting). I give up every day for the sake of others to achieve in my personal life because that’s the “right thing” to do. I’ve lost my identity in the process of it all.
All this rambling to say this—maybe I should chase what sparks joy—even if I have to risk everything to attain the goal. It’s oddly comforting.
I tried to call Vine last night, it was a tough one. Like Beelzebub or Baal. Except this was tougher than even those two for me. No matter how many times I did it, the enn reached its target but no response.
Really creepy thing though, I was looking through some dream notes from a little bit back and found a phrase: “Vine el feu” in a dream-state BALG post. Meant nothing until I saw it this morning.
Vine (the) (fire)
Vine (you do it)
Interesting stuff. Also had a weird set of dreams last night.
ANRD200127A: The Library
I’m in a library. At first I am Nautela.
I see a man. He has short, brown hair and a long face. He seemed very educated and was well dressed. I think “college professor” when I see him. Around the collar of his shirt was a pair of glasses. I’ve never seen this man before in my dreams.
MAN: “Why do you show up here like this? This isn’t you anymore.”
The man grabs my chin and it poofs the image of her away. I’m left standing in her place. Eh. I’m not ugly but I’m not what my vision of beautiful is. Working on it.
ME: “I don’t like this version of me.”
MAN: “But it’s the most beautiful version of you. You shouldn’t be ashamed of it.”
I sat in a nearby bay window. Outside was just a bright, white light. I stared outside into the nothingness.
ME: “…is it all a lie?”
MAN: “Not a lie. You’ve made a lot of progress, but we have much more to go.”
ME: “What does it take to get out of the box?”
MAN: “I’m not sure. That thing from before was rather nasty.”
When I thought I connected to him before, something kept knocking my focus off. I’d hear his voice, keep it for a bit, then all of the sudden he’d sound like he’s deep down a hallway or tunnel. I’d call back out to him and he’d “come back” for lack of better phrasing, but I felt a strong presence in the room and it was almost suffocating me.
ME: “Yeah, I don’t know how we got here. He says there’s a switch up.”
MAN: “What do you mean?”
ME: (tells him)
MAN: “Well that’s quite impossible.”
The man ponders it for a moment.
MAN: “Why would [Mysterious] play this game if what you’re saying is true?”
ME: “Your guess is as good as mine.”
MAN: “Something isn’t right here.”
ME: “You’re telling me. I don’t know what to believe anymore.”
The man sat at a desk that was built in between these tall bookshelves that extended to the second floor. He had a large, arched window that also stared out into the nothingness. The world has this weird, white haze. It’s was like a dream sequence in a movie (the filter anyway).
I leaned against the window, staring out at the light.
After this, interestingly, I had a weird dream that I am unsure what it means.
ANRD200127B: 'You were my BEST FRIEND.'
I’m in a house with some other faces. They are friends of mine, I perceive. Mutual friends.
(Ironically, I had a dream about writing this–must be doing something right.)
We are sitting around this table talking. I am sitting on a couch away from everyone, reading through a spellbook. Others address me at the table, and I answer them warmly, except Mysterious. Mysterious comments on my appearance, and I just LOSE it on him.
Two of our friends try and approach him about the behaviour. They think we’re being destructive. Two women approach, talking about how he’s approaching me and dealing with me. He brushes them off, saying that I’m the one making everything difficult.
The others leave, and I’m left alone with who I perceive to be two of our close friends. The man shakes his head. “I don’t get him anymore.” The woman nods.
Mysterious appears in the window, arms folded across his chest. He walks through the glass and into the room. He looks at them, then to me. “I think it’s shitty you’re telling everyone our business.”
I stiffen. “I think you’re being an asshole.”
“Why did you do those things in your house? Trying to make me leave? You have really taken it too far.”
“WHAT DOES IT MATTER WHAT I DO IN MY HOUSE? HOW IS THAT ANY OF YOUR BUSINESS?”
The man tries to stop me, but I shrug him off. “YOU WERE MY BEST. FRIEND.”
“I have done nothi–”
“MY. BEST. FRIEND.” I feel my eyes water.
Mysterious’s face softens. I look away from him and take a step back.
His tone is much softer. “I didn’t think this was bothering you that much. I’m sorry.”
“Why?” I shake my head and cover my face. “Why are you doing this?”
He wrapped his arms around my neck, then looked out into the valley behind the house. He made a joke about a car in the driveway. I gave it my best eye roll.
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