Photo by Andre Benz
They enjoy showing themselves and also mimicking ‘the good guys’. It seems their greatest pleasure is fooling life into believing the facade, and then in a quick turn show their true selves … twisting the mind of humanity.
While there are those who are here to assist us, the intruder wishes to create doubt in us, causing us not to trust our guides, our helpers … often they succeed. Yet when we pay attention to this pattern, we begin to see the flow of it, learning the signs.
These ‘visions’ some will try to convince you are merely day dreams are actually visitors penetrating the energetic field of mind, attempting to either aid, or disrupt. It is up to the individual to determine which is which. If one chooses to ignore it, it does not mean this influence ends, it only means the influence goes on unhindered.
Male, fair skin, short cropped brunette hair, spiked at top. Looking straight at me his eyes are icy blue, faceted, as crystals.
Another person, squatting, back to me, white short hair, blue base-ball cap and tan jacket. He’s working on something, tinkering with it.
Lady in white dress. Brown hair pulled back in gentle clasps. Standing on clouds with golden sun in the background. She’s handing something to someone at the edge of the cloud. Someone I cannot see.
Woman with burgundy lipstick, smoking, blowing the smoke out the right side of her mouth. Her lips are moving, she has much to say as though threatening, yet her words do not have sound.
His eyes began to slant upward, they opened. Soon the inner eye changed becoming animal like. He began to speak, moving his lips. Another, different face joined him, and yet another. They were all speaking, yet once again the sound was muted. Their appearance was that of a lizard-like form, various species. They too appeared to be giving threats of a sort.
Be aware of your visitors. Dig into their intentions. Feel them and determine what you will allow the use of your energies for. If you cannot seem to stop the flow they use to drain you, then consciously send them what you choose for them to receive. Take the steering wheel, and guide this experience as you see fit.
At some point simply withstanding the intrusion is not enough. Certainly this stretches your capacity, but there comes a time when action is required, a physical and mental effort to manipulate the senses arises. Who is in charge here? Who owns this flesh suit at this moment? The one wearing it, or the ones who wish they were?