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Of course, that could have been dropped in by a 4D STS, wanting us to focus on a 'negative' future and pull that reality closer. 

(But like I said above, let's hope talk of 'end of the world' is more about 'end of Matrix-reality'! ) However, if you have any doubts that this might be influenced by STS manipulation, best not to feed the post any more.

Cipher

And I agree with you, but you know what Cipher? Of all the things I could've been thinking about just before falling asleep last night I was thinking about your comment, and my steadfast agreeance with your comment when I read it.

I then "heard" a rarely heard from BIG and deep, but definitely kind and gentle, male voice address me, "For a moment put yourself into their shoes, their fully pregnant with child bodies, Violette. How do you now feel? Remember, they've been indoctrinated into this fear." The word indoctrinated was indeed emphasized.

So I did. Being an empath, and having once been pregnant, it wasn't hard to do. I have to admit: if it was me pregnant and ready to give birth at this time there would be a feeling of trepidation. I wouldn't express it, I wouldn't feed it...but, Cipher, it would indeed be there worming its way around my consciousness.

As the kindly MALE (funny it's male, eh?) voice poignantly pointed out, we're indoctrinated to believe that 666 comes with evil undertakings.

Personally, I'm not very well versed on how all of the numerology and Satanic rituals that go with the number work out--except my having a strong feeling that it's an intrinsic part of the "matrix" agenda, and therefore illusory--but just as I felt in my empathetic moment last night, I don't feed the notion in my day to day life (and to that end I'm not intimating that you or others do, btw).

*heavy sigh* Yeah, Sisterella, it is very, very sad...because it is proven that fetuses are undoubtedly affected by their mother's emotions and environmental circumstances.

On a lighter note--I sure like that "fella"...he always makes a lot of sense when he does drop by .

Today's mighty oak is just yesterday's nut that held its ground.
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Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we're here we might as well dance.
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If you spin around on your chair really fast, things around here will make a lot more sense.

Auendove, thank you for your last two comments.  I've got a reply welling up inside, but I'm getting ready to go to work and wouldn't do it justice.  But I will get back to you as soon as I can.

Cipher

Cipher, I have yet to speak with another parent that does not to some extent have guilt feelings about their parenting and its outcome/s. I think it comes with the "territory". There may indeed be some on the planet, but I've yet to meet one. As I've in the past had to try hard not to let it get the best of me, you also try not to let it get to you too much. Easy to say, hard to do, but really worth the effort. What a great tool the kinesiology is going to be for your entire family. Good for you for pursuing that pathway!

After a difficult child rearing experience for both myself and my son (father/husband left when he was an infant, and he further offered no forms of support), when my son had turned 21 I expressed my own feelings of guilt to him. It had been eating me up inside (relatively speaking). I told him I was sorry for everything, whether it was in my control or not...:/ and for sure, my own parenting had its moments of lacking.

Bless his heart, even though we had been distanced from each other for a few years, because he had left home at 16 really, really pissed at me (he a rebel-child just like I was ), he told me that I shouldn't feel any guilt at all, that he knew I had done the best I could under the circumstances. He then told me that even though he couldn't see it before he left home, he did now respect me for everything I had done for him, and that he had no ill feelings towards me.

He RESPECTED me? He actually respected me? I was speechless....it was a revelatory moment for me at the time. It's now a joyous moment I harbor in my heart. Not too long after he told me that I realized that the mainstay of my guilt was unrequited, and got to work on cleaning out the beast that is guilt from my consciousness. Dear goddess, but I do love-love that "sweet child of mine".

The reason I relate this to you is because I wanted to share how in the end child-parent relationships may not turn out as worrisome as we may worry. My son is 26 now, yours is still a youngun...I think you already know this for reading about the kinesiology...yet for wanting to be supportive of my friend  , try not to let the beast that is guilt build too much of a spider web in your consciousness. It serves no other than the beast itself.

And anyway, lovey, I can't wrap myself around the idea of you being anything that approaches an unseemly parent. Challenged, maybe, but not lacking the best of intentions. I don't think there's a parent alive that isn't challenged by parenting.

I also have had a few of these GACK dreams about shape-shifting babies. With "shape-shifting" being the operable word I do suspect that there are neg/STS underpinnings at play.

In one of these dreams that I still clearly remember (they were fairly long ago) I found myself in a circle of about seven or so people. In the middle of us was a white pillowcase...it was levitating in the air in the center of the circle. Suddenly, an unseen hand dropped a lovely, cooing baby into the pillowcase, and the pillowcase was cinched up. At that point, except for myself and another man, the other people in the circle started swaying back and forth. The man and I freaked out, yelling at them asking what was wrong with them. We grabbed the pillowcase quickly opening it. As he held the pillowcase open I stuck my hands in to pull the baby out so it wouldn't suffocate, and it wasn't a baby I had my hands...it was a snake. I ran screaming from the room.

Seems as if you and me are having a trigger-party amongst ourselves , because for remembering this earlier this morning, and as well, given the main subject matter of this thread...and given I know more now about negative astral interference than I did then, I had a startling realization. A real stomach turning realization.

Although it may very well have been some kind of self-evidencing "test", my realization was that my energy, and others' energies who find themselves with these shape-shifting babies, may be being used in some kind of hyperdimensional feeding frenzy...or even hyperdimensional satanic ritual (I really don't like using the S-word, but...).

Even for the ugliness of my realization, and whether or not my insight into this is a viable one, I found a silver lining in the dark cloud. I hadn't mindlessly stood there and joined the others in the swaying, and whatever would've followed. I did the right thing. The right thing in the dream being me not allowing harm to come to the baby. The right thing for me was also to realize that it wasn't really a baby. Today, maybe the right thing is for me to understand just what I've outlined in this paragraph.

So, thanks to you too...=D you can "[trigger] me pink" any day, Cipher!

Luke's a "5 Star" Scorpio, eh? For being a 4x Scorpio myself I have to say, with tongue in cheek....whoa, you and his father have your hands full and your work cut out for you! Snicker! Snort!

With all kidding aside, I do know of this "intense deepness" you write of...I've experienced it every day of my life. I can't tell you how many times I've wished it away, but you know how the saying goes, "Wish in one hand, shit in the other...see which one fills up first." If there was even a hint of an innate ability to "mechanize" myself, then I would be able to be a different person. I've tried enough times to shut it off, but, plain and simple--this is just who I am. The difficulty for me is that the intensity is sometimes interpreted as my being an emotional basket-case. I sometimes wonder if I should just put a lid on expressing myself (like I did when I was a child), because of the interpretations...but , once again, "Wish in one hand... ."

And this is why I just wrote what I did concerning myself. Luke is being interpreted as a "problem" child...a child with out of control emotions that lead him to out of control actions. And while I'm not saying it's okay to lash out physically, I am going to say that his opening up and telling you about being bullied at the age of 3 1/2 is likely his way of trying to get across to you that he's not just a so-called problem child, that it goes deeper than that...that maybe he's in his own way reaching out to try to make some sense to you and your husband about his recent behavior. No child wants to disappoint their parents.

It's no big secret that children can be horribly cruel to one another...I sure hope Luke's teachers have investigated whether or not his behavior is being triggered by others' bullying behavior. It wouldn't be fair to him to have all of the blame dumped in his lap if it doesn't rightfully belong there. Again, good for you for taking the steps to get to the crux of the issue. In my country we've had some deadly results to school yard bullying...the Columbine incident being one example. Short of each and every child having a one on one person monitoring their actions, and mouths, each and every moment of the school day, we can never really be sure of the dynamics that are transpiring.

Again, on a lighter note--I wouldn't at all be surprised to find that Luke does or will have a sharp intuitive nature given his astrological lay-out .

It's wonderful to hear you and your hubby got some good news today! Happy tidings to y'all!

Given we're a world apart, you in Australia, me in the US, it's really ironic-funny to me how when you're day is ending, mine is just beginning, but it's the same day. You've already gotten through the day, and I'm just beginning it...seems so weird to me, this timing thing.

Here, I awoke to this news clip on my server home page (referencing it from another page, same article though)--

http://abclocal.go.com/kabc/story?secti … id=4234518

Heehee...don't think I want to live in a place called "Hell"...:lol:  Snicker! Snort!

Today's mighty oak is just yesterday's nut that held its ground.
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Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we're here we might as well dance.
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If you spin around on your chair really fast, things around here will make a lot more sense.

Bounce, that sounds like a little 'joke' the calendar people played for that day!

Auendove, thanks for your wonderful reply - it has given my hubby and myself some good food for thought.  I'm sitting with what you've said and have had a few 'memories' that may connect a few more dots!

Something I forgot to say in my last post was that on that day (6/6) an old customer came into the shop I work in and as she left she asked me "have you had your baby yet?".  I wasn't sure if I'd heard right and said "pardon?".  She mumbled something about how she thought I was having a baby and had I had it yet... she looked embarrassed, so I said that I'd lost weight recently (over the last 6 months anyway).  But the wierd thing is that I saw her last week (she's a regular), and I haven't lost any weight since then!

It was only after your reply that it was on my mind yesterday, as maybe a 'planted' sentence from the matrix - and that she fumbled her reply, maybe not so much out of embarrassment, but not knowing why she'd said what she'd said.

Funny you talk about satanic rituals (not a nice realisation, hey ) because when I was about 7 years old and at one of the catholic convent grammar schools my parents sent me to (for the best education ) - the catholic kids got to go to mass on certain day each week.  At that point in time, I had no knowledge of what mass was (my only knowledge was of church of england occasionally).  When they said mass, the image I got (so clear I can still remember it) was of a square room with no windows, but covered in red and black furnishings - with a lot of red square cushions on the floor.  I have no idea where that image came from - it feels like a memory - but from where?? So what you said there, made sense to me.

Also, around the time I had the baby dream, (don't know if it was before or after) my sister (older than me by 16 years) gave me Dennis Wheatley's books such as "To the devil a daughter" etc to read. I remember reading them at bedtime, so scared even to turn the page, lest my movement attracted some sort of satanic attention.  But at the time, even as I read them, and even though they scared me senseless, I immediately had a sense of understanding of them. 

Maybe a past life memory (and when I say past life, I refer to memory passed down on DNA).  Maybe memory from astral rituals? 

To get a bit personal, (and only sharing this in case it has some relevance to anyone else reading) since around age 3, I would masturbate.  But a lot.  More than I would (now) consider normal.  My parents would take me to the doctor's with chapped skin.  I remember as I got older I had strange fantasies (that came into my head) that would fuel my desire.  Now that would have created a lot of feeding energy wouldn't it. 

Also, to tie in a bit more, every psychic/kinesiologist/healer I've gone to has asked if I've been sexually abused.  I've always said "no" - feeling puzzled.  I've only ever looked at the physical - never thought about other-dimensional!

And, when I got my name (Aannsha) in a deep meditation where a old native american medicine woman appeared in my head and took me on a fire ceremony (out of nowhere - except I was meditating with a piece of black obsidian shaped into an egg by a native american) - some of the things that happened now make sense. 

In the meditation (that felt like a real experience that I was observing) she handed me a pot and told me to get rid of anything I didn't need any more and put it in the pot (that was later burned in the fire). I became aware that I had a lead cap on my head and a lead plate over my heart and I had a root/snake/thing deep inside of my genital area that I kept pulling and pulling out and out as if it was endless. 

I now think the lead plates were etheric 'caps' to stop my higher self connection and to stop my heart/mind-love.  And the root/snake thing was some sort of growth/connection that was used to tap my energy. Yukk     At the time of the meditation, I didn't feel I got all the root out.  And I don't know if it ties in, but a couple of years after Luke was born, I had to have a full hysterectomy as I'd grown a 18cm cyst on my left ovary that was 'dodgy'. (Maybe a remnant of dark energy, exacerbated by post natal depression).

It was after that medo, that I became a lot more aware and connected with my inner wisdom and detached from that fear/sexual masturbation stuff. This leads me to believe that what I got rid of was, on some level, real.

Auendove, whatever happened has provided a lot of learning material for me.  And as Montalk said in one of his articles, it seems that when the STS's do interact with a person, they trigger stuff that is pertinent to that soul's growth anyway.  With this, and what I'm trying to teach Luke is that, its not so much what happens to you, its how you deal with it.

Well, that was another long post, thanks for reading all the way to the end!  Well for a 666 post, we have at least in part, taken a longer more insightful look at the beast !

By the way, thanks for sharing the part about your relationship with your son - its great that he's now in a space where he respects you.  From what I've learned about you from your sharings on NR, you well deserve that respect.

Big cyber hug

Cipher

I'm temping at this job and yesterday I met a guy named Damian.  He didn't come back today.  Just so happened that "The Omen" came out yesterday.  Never seen the movie actually.  That's it for my 6/6/6 events.

Yes, it now makes sense as you've explained it...even if it is bizarre sense. Not that you're bizarre for embracing this as a truth, just that the mechanics of it is bizarre...that a propensity for a person liking one activity over another could be encoded in one's DNA from their ancestors. So intricate is this thing called DNA.

BTW--if you haven't yet read Bruce Lipton's "The Biology of Belief" I strongly urge you to do so. It is some intriguing research and ground breaking conclusions he's published.

I was absolutely fascinated by your "hairy little ape-person" memory. It always amazes me how awareness is 99% of the trial of healing...or so it has seemed to me that it's 99% of the trial. At least that's how it's worked out for me. If I can get with the underlying/unseen producer of the dis-ease/unrest in question, then I'm almost finished with the work.

Mainstream psych professionals have it so wrong about one needing years and years of therapy to recover from trauma. It just doesn't have to be that way. Not to mention, it doesn't always work.

In my late 20's I'd gone through a fair amount of therapy for the molestation issues. I literally begged my therapist to hypnotize me. He said no, that it was too dangerous.

Even though that period of therapy was well before I ever started my spiritual pathwalk and had trained as a healer, there was some part of me that innately knew that if I could just "go back" that then I could begin recovery.

And indeed, my complete recovery didn't happen until I underwent hypnosis and faced down that first act of molestation, reclaiming/reintegrating that little girl in me that had psychologically split off and bugged out...she having been frozen in my subconscious for about 30 years. I'll never forget sitting as an adult on my childhood bed and pulling her/me close to me, and her melting into me. Very, very powerful.

And it only took an hour or so of couch time!

To share a story about odd off-world memories--

I once remembered, under hypnosis (the one time I did it, the one time I wrote of above), belonging to an alien species on an alien planet. Aside of the fact that it was trippier than all get out to be in a completely different non-human form (as I imagine you already know how strange it is to find oneself that way...my little ape friend ), it was such a lovely memory because the society was one of equity, completely different from the one we live in now, and the hypnotherapist had to talk me into coming back. I didn't want to, and told her as much. I wanted to stay there. I guess it had been rather much of a surprise to her that when she suggested I "go further back," like to a past lifetime...on Earth...was what she was thinking, that I went a way further than any lifetime in this realm. Snicker! Snort!

Wish we lived closer by each other, I'd surely get with you and your healing technique . I'm always looking to make sure my, so to speak, clock is clean/ed/ing. Not to mention I'd like to learn of your modality for myself to use as a technique with others.

A very funny joke it was. I laughed outloud . For sure, my defensive driving skills have been honed as of late!

Today's mighty oak is just yesterday's nut that held its ground.
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Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we're here we might as well dance.
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If you spin around on your chair really fast, things around here will make a lot more sense.