Smoking lady with bad teeth, telling me off … Man, with pinch of powder between his fingers, throws it in my face. There is fire-light bouncing off the wall in the corner, leading me to believe there is flame just around the bend.
A frequency of sound is humming in the air. A beetle shows up, one golden wing and one blue. I peer out at the landscape of a dark city, lights ablaze. It is as though I am standing below the Hollywood sign in California, letters above my head.
“Don’t go running up the stairs” a male voice says to me.
The Earth Torus is the same as the Human Torus. I see myself swimming the butterfly through this force of energy. Strong, Powerful strokes, moving me forward with speed.
“Receiving energy transmissions” he says. I’ve asked to be shown the truth, yet it eludes me still. Perhaps I’m misinterpreting, or perhaps my level of focus needs tuning.
I wonder how I would feel if I weren’t able to feel. There are two kinds of people (or consciousnesses). #1: Psychopath, unable to feel. #2: Those who are 1/2 asleep, unable to feel for their ‘form’ or ‘body’ does not allow them opportunity to really feel. Both, equally lacking in understanding or knowledge of what they do which is harmful.
Yet there is hope for one (whos heart would ache once they knew of harm done by them) and not the other (who would never give a second thought to continuing harm once they knew the affect of their actions) … both resemble humanity.
I ask, “Is there really no hope for the psychopath? What caused the condition? What atmosphere did it/does it thrive in?”
“You’re not here because I have something you need … you’re here to test your abilities.”
“Armor up”, he says. I look down and see this huge log. I strap it to my wrists and pull up. I think to myself, “What would I ever use this for, anyway?”