The River’s Sky's is Alive

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Earlier I said that many beings move among us unseen. I also said that there were signs that everyone missed, my teachers, friends, family, well add myself to the list, because the thing I tell you like all the other things actually happened and yes I missed the meaning of it, I hid and ignored it and forget about it for a long time. I remind you repeatedly at times I didn’t know then what I know now. The following two incidents I’m about to describe occurred about the time when I was desperately searching to construct a method to strike back at the boogieman. Believe me, the civilizations of earth are no match for what I encountered and the things I myself must do to persevere against such an uncommon adversary as secondMan. When I say I have no fear of normal things. It is these abnormal things that are causing all my heart fluctuations. Such as the sky reacting almost human like to my thoughts!

Ok here goes; One day as I’m driving home from work I was thinking of a certain very private thought. The sky reacted to my thoughts by turning very black and became quite animated. The clouds morphed into infamous cumulus types or which much of the cloud exterior fluctuated rapidly. Not realizing it was my own thoughts that caused all this, I kept thinking until the edges started to descend rapidly so as to encompass the entire area where I was. It got so dark in seconds I got so scared. My thoughts automatically changed. I ceased my private thoughts. It was this event, not the boogieman would actually be one of the scariest things I had witnessed. Think about what I just told you. Put yourself in my shoes, you’re a normal person right? The sky gets very angry with you and you know it. Wait a minute ...

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... paralyzed sensation. Notably, I felt the bed end sway and sort of as if it was about to be rolled-up as one would roll a thick blanket. At this point also, I then realized that I was being sensually sustained for the presents of something to someone thing didn’t want me to move but I was persistent in denying. The pulse felt as though they were pushing my left top leg against my body, trying to force it up against my body or chest. I struggled; my foot pressing against my calf my whole left leg blew and waved an in a strong wind.

I also didn’t know at the time, but this force was my first encounter with the descent level relocation energy field. Someone was further exposing my mind to unseen realities that were undetectable to even my thirdEye. “Are you woke?” An invisible voice asked. Over time, I was being slowly awakened. Awakened, but for what purpose?

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