Bible Prophecy - The List Of The Last

This message starts with me becoming very much conscious within my dream/vision

Something within me takes over from my normal dream-state self and I am fully conscious. As if I've awoken, inside my dream

It is responding to something telling me I need to take my music up again. That I need to start playing my music, or at least try

I am angry and defensive

I ask them, "if I took up my music again and put everything I had into music, would I get a record contract? Would doors start opening up for me in music?"

As I'm asking them, I see visions within the dream of me and my life getting cleaned up and back on track, while I'm putting everything into my music again

Interestingly enough, I'm standing in my childhood bedroom on the RAAF base, while I'm asking

They answer me honestly, saying no

I respond that their is no point then. Basically telling them to go to he'll ...

Then I fall back into my dream/vision state

I remember this part very distinctly, but nothing directly either side of it, like I was woken inside the dream/vision for a reason, to hear it

Then, somewhere after this, I saw a man making a bed that was with a man that I think was supposed to be the Pope

He decided that the time was right to add the last words of a prophecy that had already been given

This freaked the Pope out, because he wasn't aware that there was more to the prophecy

It seems to have been hidden from them intentionally as part of a test

A test they failed, which is why the end of the prophecy of being revealed

"It adds the first of the Popes

It adds the last of the Lords"

I try waking up here so that I can write down the list he's reciting

But instead I cut him off and I don't get to hear the rest of what he was going to say. There was definitely more to it though

I wake up

Then later, I have a dream showing a boy being given a very specific version of the Bible with words that are different, added or missing, to the original

He is told to compare the versions to get a message from his Father, who gave the book to him

I'm waiting for him to see the list so that I can read it as well

I see bright red words written on gold-leaf paper

Not all the words, just particular words. Most of the hard-printed words in the shiny gold paper is black. But the occasional word is blood red

He's meant to read these words to get the message

I ask him eagerly what it is says, but I get no response

"Is it a list of the last?" I ask him, but I get no response

I wake up instead

Escaping Parasitic Outbreak In Space - Movie

This was a movie, that I was both watching, but also starring in as various characters

It was set inside a large crater. Either on the moon, an asteroid being mined, or in the Centauri Stellar System

I'm not sure which one

There are parasitic creatures that breed inside humans and then spread to lay eggs inside other humans

They are spreading dangerously throughout the mining operation on this planet/asteroid/moon

Eventually they are escaping containment

Only one person survives

He locks down the last layer of containment, which is breached as he's leaving on a high-powered motorcycle

A strange alien dog pursues the bike

Once they escape into the crater, they realise there is a massive dome covering the crater that they also need escape from

The man on the motorcycle gets to some type of settlement and opens a secret escape hatch hidden inside something that looks like a liquor store

There are obviously allot of people settled inside the dome/crater

He escapes and pulls a lever that instantly incinerates everything inside the dome

People, Aliens, entire buildings, everything, instantly turned to dust

I think this might be a follow up movie based on the book I was writing, because the story seems to be something I mentioned had happened in the Centauri star system in the start of my book

Meaning, if it's a movie, it would need to be a spin-off to the movies made based on my book(s)

Sine-84 Kevlar Product

I saw a Senate debate about passing a wafer-thin type of Kevlar product referred to as Sine-84

It is extremely light-weight and as strong as steel

Except for the fact it shatters when it fails under things like extreme impacts

They want to use it to manufacture cars. The problem is that it takes a very long time to break down and is not considered to be biodegradable

The legitimate concern is that when cars have accidents, there will be small parts of it that shatter into the environment that won't be cleaned up and will eventually end up in places like the ocean

Small pieces that will kill birds and fish because of the fact it doesn't break down

I see the chemical formula and compound. It's Kevlar that is carbon layered like graphite. Ridiculously thin, considering how strong it is

They come up with a solution by modifying the formula slightly so that it breaks down in salt-water

When I say "break down", I mean fast. It will only take a week in salt water to completely and harmlessly break down a large piece of the kevlar

People are then worried that those in coastal, or seaside locations will have a problem with sea-spray moisture in the air eating the panels on their car

Their solution is to make the panels on all cars so easy to remove and replace, that anyone with a regular set of tools can do it

The panels are smaller, lighter and only have a few easily accessed bolts in order to take them off, or put them off

The idea is that the Kevlar panels are so cheap, and easy for anyone to replace, that nobody will be worried

They bring in assurances that any car manufacturer using these panels makes replacements easily accessible and cheap in the long term

Calling The Serpent By Its Name "Were You Murdered There Autasma?"

I am at one of the spots where the serpent resides in Darwin (where it is woven into my/our reality)

I am being followed, walking around in a circle by a group of beings

Prior to this dream, I had a correlating dream to "entering the serpent", where a woman is trying to build herself a old Norse wooden coffin in the ground, to sleep in. I suggest we make one for her and her husband (Thor), once they reach the lands where they will be married

I then jokingly thank him for the bed he made "for me", while I'm sleeping in "his" bed

Are the spot where the serpent resides and passes through, while I'm walking though, following the group that were following me a moment before, I'm suddenly on a push-bike

I see aboriginal people sleeping, where there is now but a massive hole in the ground

I see glimpses of what I think the place is supposed to be. Not a hole in the ground, but a type of 24 hour truck-stop or service station

Instead it is a hole in the ground. I think it needs to be this way, because that's where the serpent is passing through and attached to this reality

The aboriginal people I see sleeping there seem modern are first. But then I remember what used to be there

They would have to sleeping there a long time ago. If not in ancient times

I wander through on my bike, careful not to wake them, following the people who had followed me in, no doubt part of the serpent, as I leave the area

As I'm leaving. Something invisible from the area attacks me on my bike

I can feel that I'm supposed to be afraid of it, but I'm not

It is powerful. But only because of its rooting in that area

I go back in (energetically) and try to draw it (the serpent) out. It is female

It withstands what I'm doing

I circle around again

This time I start wailing like a banchee and circling the area in the sky

I am pointed head-first at the ground, floating in the sky

I am connecting across all possible dimensions through the area. Consuming the connections of the serpent

I see glimpses from all different sorts of realms and dimensions, all melding together into one perceived mess

I join with the serpent in some way, so it is no longer trying to scare me. We seem like friends now

She even jokes with me as I see pass dimensionally through her

At one stage I'm watching her performing in New Orleans or some place like that

She tells me while I'm watching, that she "will return" to where I am shortly (the place where the serpent is) and mockingly simulates stabbing me in the chest, where the serpent is "plugged in" to me (so to speak)

She is definitely not my friend. I can tell this much by the way she regarded me in this way

I'm kept. Like a servant

I pull her back to the geographic location in Darwin momentarily, while she is referring to it, as it was when all the aboriginals were sleeping there

A innocent child-like voice inside me asked "Were you murdered there Autasma?"

She seems shocked that I called her by her name

I start waking up and she is asking what I did

I tell her that I've cosumed/eaten it

When she asks me what I've consumed, I reply "the place where you sleep"

Book Of Epistis. Quoting Hidden Bible Verses With/To The Pope And Someone Else

I'm sitting at a table in a park

I'm with the Pope and someone else

They are telling me I'm not allowed to do something

I tell them, I can

They quote a Bible verse number to me, that refers to a verse that is supposed to forbid whatever it is we are talking about

I reply quoting a verse number from a book left out of the Bible that nobody is supposed to know about

A verse that says I am allowed to do the thing they are saying I'm not allowed to do

A verse that contradicts the verse they tried using against me

I can't remember the exact verse, but I'm fairly sure the book name was Epistis, or Epistal (Epistle?)

They look at me blankly for a second, obviously aware of the book I'm talking about

I remind them that I don't have to subscribe to their limited set of books, or their "version" of the Bible

There was elements in this dream, before and after, that I don't detail

Except to say that I was back at the Aberdeen in Perth. I was losing my hair and I was looking for work

I saved the bosses from a debt collector and they offered me work

Then I offered to pay the debt of 15K they owed to some woman

She came and saw me at the Northridge Hotel and I think it has something to do with a girl I knew named Erin

Jet-Suits By The WWII Runways

I am outside Darwin near the old WWII runways, alongside of the Stuart Hey

There is a event happening there, similar to the supercars. There are people everywhere

My friend (I think it was Robbie) and I put on Jet-suits

They are like wingsuits, but with jet thrusters on the back

They aren't like normal jet thrusters though, these emit cold thrust. There is no heat

We take off and to low fly-bys for the crowd

Movie Called "Sophie" With Anya Taylor-Joy

I watched a 4 minute extended trailer for a movie called "Sophie" with Anya Taylor-Joy

I was with someone called "Karen", but for some reason I was showing her the movie trailer like her name was "Sophie"

For some reason, during the movie trailer, near the end, they started calling the main character "Nina" instead of "Sophie"

It made me think of movies like "Ava" and "Anna"

Black People Gathered At A Baseball Field For A Rally And A Impending Massacre

I am a black man at a packed baseball stadium, filled with black people. I'm not sure why we are there. It doesn't feel like a rights rally. It seems very peaceful and normal, whatever it is

White Police Officers in khaki coloured uniforms turn up on the field just before sundown

They are shining spotlights on the crowd, scaring them into dispersing

I am with the crowd dispersing around the side of the stadium trying to leave and avoid trouble

As I my head around the corner, I see a line of what would have to easily be 100 Police Officers lined-up with rifles pointed and waiting, like a firing squad

Spotting them, I quickly stop and warn the other black people who are coming behind me "Stop! There is a firing squad"

I don't know where we are supposed to go, or what we are supposed to do

They likely have firing squads waiting in all directions, though I hear no gun shots

This is not strange though, because it seems like I can't hear anything in the vision/dream

I didn't hear the cops with the searchlights. I didn't hear the scared crowd dispersing

I am thinking I may possibly be deaf in this vision/dream

I sneak around the side of the field with a few other people towards a forest I am hoping we can cut across to escape

We find somE army tents set up on the edge of the field

Army? Were some of those firing squads army? The firing squad I saw looked like Police Officers, with regular rifles. Nothing military issued

I tell the man I'm with to search the first tent and look for weapons we can use

He tells me he's not allowed to touch guns. He doesn't like them. I tell him to look anyway

I search the second tent

I find a told WWII style magazine pistol with a wooden grip sitting on the swag laid out in the middle of the tent. I ejecT thE magazine and make sure it is loaded

At the back of the tent I find a very modern (even futuristic) khaki camouflaged coloured military assault rifle, with large optical scope on top, leaning up against the side of the tent

I check, and this is also loaded and ready to go

I turn to it friend in the first tent on the right as I come out the back of the tent and ask him if he found anything

I wake up here

Something asks me "what would I do here?" as I'm waking

It first instinct and though is, that I would lay out with the scoped rifle and behind the tents and aim at the first Police Officer in the firing squad waiting to take out the people

If the Police started firing, I would shoot the first officer in line, then start shooting as many of them as I could one-by-one, until I was either shot, or the firing squad started to run and disperse themselves for safety

Hillary Clinton And A Future Black Female President

I saw a clear vision while awake

Hilary Clinton and a young black woman, no more than a teenager

They were holding hands and laughing happily

Something told me that the young black woman was supposed to be a future president of the United States. So I guess I'm seeing her as she is today, a teenager

They are both wearing long black ceremonial gowns, like graduation gowns

Hilary is on the left as I look at them, the young woman is on the right

Some type of futuristic planes fly over their heads in the background from left to right, that seem to command my attention

They are way to fast to be modern aircraft. These would pass today's fighter jets like they are standing still

I don't get a good look at them because they are too far away. I just see them streaking across the sky at impossible speeds and I understand what they are

Then something compels me to speak. I say the words "Hillary Clinton is dead" almost instinctually

I don't know what his means exactly. But something isn't happy I'm saying it

I'm not sure if this means that the young woman future president is also dead, or in trouble

I don't think so, because I would have said "they" are dead, instead of Hillary specifically

However ...

But ...

I think it means that she will never be why she's supposed to be, somehow

Something is very off

Whatever it is that this is referring to, it's not good. I don't what it is exactly. But it's not good

These types of visions are rarely prophetic or literal, they most often are more encompassing and metaphorical

So I don't think Hillary Clinton is literally dead. More likely just the chance this world was being given to allow (and bring) a balance to the Divine feminine aspect is over. Or we have failed in some way. No doubt the Church failed this horribly. They are (and were always going to be) too stubborn not to destroy themselves, even when they see it happening

I do think that the young female president part was literal though. I doubt she will ever be president now. And that feels like it is a massive, massive problem for this world and our future

Fighting With A Burned Face Parasitic Entity I Think Is Supposed To Be The Devil

I am in a dream/vision realm that is real enough to feel electrical biorythyms being disturbed around my body

Strange things are happening and people are starting to take notice

A Police Officer walks past with no head, until he gets into the light

I am forcing entities to look me in the eyes so I can see who (or what) is in them

I take a group of people (entities) to this realm that are supposed to be able to help

Instead, they are overtaken by energies unknown and become useless

I should have known better, I think to myself. It was a mistake to think that because I am OK here, that they would be too

I fly from where I am looking at them from above and I concentrate on one of their convulsing bodies on the ground

I place my hand to their neck and rip the parasitic entity from them and lift it into the air so I can get a good look at it

It is a young man, possible only in his early twenties. Still skinny, like he hasn't filled out

I see his face vividly

He is badly burned. His skin is a very red, black, blistered mess. It is intended to be horrifying by how graphic and real it is, but it doesn't scare me

In fact, I actually feel a little sorry for him. I sense that this person actually burned to death at some stage. Either like I sensed their pain, or they wanted me to

I grip them by the throat and force them to look straight at me, but they won't look me in the eyes

I sense a empty type of blockage and refusal to leave their vapid negative darkness

I say something to them, without speaking, and they reply too, without speaking

Though nothing is said, I sense of their horror somehow

For a moment, I wonder if this is supposed to be the one that Christians refer to as the devil

Though my understanding is that the devil, as a specific individual entity, doesn't exist; I still wonder for a second if this could be the real version, for those who do, would, or could believe in a/the individual "real" devil

Whoever they are, I'm not afraid of them. Even though I know I'm supposed to be

Even though they seem darker and filled with more pain than any being or entity I've ever encountered; they don't frighten me

I feel more curiosity about them, mixed with sadness and a little bit of annoyance

Almost like I've caught a child committing a crime, I've got them by the throat and I'm trying to work out what to do with them

I don't think they are a threat. Though they certainly seem very dangerous

That aren't aggressive. They are just filled with emptiness and sorrow that I have no doubt would terrify most people

Whatever this entity is, I have no doubt it would/could destroy most other entities it comes upon/attaches to

If it wanted to

But it didn't seem to "want" anything. There was no purpose, or desire I could feel in it. It didn't seem to possess any sort of feeling except massive pain

I force their face straight and tell them to look me in the eyes when I'm speaking to them

Even though their eyes at burned and seem like they are popped open and oozing some type of puss, they do what I tell them and look me directly in the eyes

They are deeper than anything I've ever encountered

When I look people, entities, etc, in the eyes like this, it feels as though I "breathe them in" so to speak. Like I draw them in, while I look as deep into they soul as is possible

This entity was deep

I could feel it consuming me as I tried looking into it. But I took it all in

I saw it's face deconstruct and empty in front of my eyes, as if I was looking at the constructive frame of a computer rendered drawing

It was like I saw through them

I also saw them in a momentary flash, unburned, with the perfect flawless skin of youth. Like a momentary flash of their innocence, hidden and buried behind all the horror

I took something away from them, though I'm not sure what it was. It wasn't to hurt them

I didn't want to hurt them and they couldn't hurt me if they wanted to

My interaction with them ended and then I'm moving through fragmented realms in a pieced together stream

Moments from my childhood rendered in parallels that have nothing to do with what happened (or are opposite)

Then I'm seeing fragments representing this world

I was half asleep, waking up in this world, but still wrestling with other entities. Looking them forcefully in the eyes, to see who or what they are

I see fragments representing my music. Somewhat reversed

Watching music at a Casino. Going backstage looking for the exit

Fragments of losing my phone. Finding it where I never put it, like it was there to be found, by intentionally putting it where I never do, to make it appear lost

Fragments of my loss, or perpetual state of shortness in this world

Flashes of things belittling and mocking me, like they own me, control me, and have the right to judge me

They make fun of my lack of ability to do anything about them, or to "bring my friends into their realm"

I am conscious of the fact these are real entities and they are referring to whatever dream state or realm I am fragmenting through at that stage

Some "part" of me that identifies as one of the friends they are talking about rages and pushes through. Furious at them for thinking they have the right to do this to me

They disappear momentarily. Then through their parasitic nature (that they seem to be powerless to control), they try to make me believe that me raging was exactly what they wanted. Like they were controlling my ability to not be controlled

This is fake though. A sickness within a system that is placed upon those they try to take sickness away from, who aren't actually sick

It has no way to assert false dominance, so it recycles upon itself destructively

Happy to destroy the thing it's supposed to be helping, because it doesn't know how else make itself useful, when it serves no purpose and cannot cease to serve a purpose

Like making people sick intentionally, so you can cure them, because you need to cure someone to justify your existence

A self-redundant loop. Poisonous to those it shouldn't be placed upon

Some type of religious key, I would guess. One that has the potential to "destroy God". And the entire perceivable world

Flashes of the world I live in, in representation of some type of holding cell or prison. Designed to never give me anything more than what is necessary to keep me here

I never have money, so the world assumes this is how I like life, and thinks that is how I should be kept

Everything designed to trap me in a false reality of something else's design, not my own

I am not happy with that I'm seeing

I'm actually a little angry that they attempt to cater, with the one intention of keeping me placated and contained

Like trying to give someone in a prison exactly enough, no more, no less, so they will not realise they are in prison

I feel a electrical entity against my back

It has its mouth attached to my left shoulder, like it is attached to me, feeding off me

I try to force it off me. Rip it off. But I struggle. It is very well connected and synced

Something asks me "how old are you?"

I reply "I am end time"

I continue fighting to rip the entity off my back

It feels somewhat sad

I give context to it, in what it's doing, by first energetically surging heat into it, to burn it, while I feel nothing

I make what it is drinking from me poisoned with heat, to burn it from the inside out and force it to disconnect from me

It doesn't work

Then I appear energetically behind it, feeding off its right shoulder. Mirroring it feeding off my left

This is meant to get the message across that whatever it is doing, will not work, and it needs to remove itself from me

But it doesn't get the hint. It doesn't let go

I don't think it can let go, whatever it is

I think only dying will get rid of it

I wake up physically and I can still feel the parasitic electrical energy pulsing against my back, as if it is still hovering there

I hear something speaking with a female entity or presence in the background tell her "You made a very big mistake", in such gentle and matter of fact manner, that they seem to be suggesting they own up to their mistake

As if they took a bite of a poison apple, or "bit off more than they can chew"

I'm still annoyed as I write this

McDonalds or Hungry Jacks Burning Down

I saw a very clear vision of a burned out McDonald's as I was going to sleep

At least I think it was a McDonald's, it may/might have been a Hungry Jacks, but it felt like McDonald's

Reminds me of the time Hungry Jacks in Casuarina exploded, on almost the very morning that a new McDonald's opened

Something that I personally feel was deliberate arson, but was believed to be an accident

Touring The World Politically, Speaking Different Languages

I saw very clear glimpses of political visits I'm supposed to make in various countries, where I am speaking their native language

Firstly I am in a South American country with Bradie (at least, that's where I think I am)

I am telling a story in a Latin language I believe is Spanish

I say "Latin language" because I'm fairly sure the story I'm telling us about embarrassingly mispronouncing something in a "Latin language". I specifically use those words, when telling the story/making the joke

I also tell them I've done worse and spoken in a particular second-language to people in another country, until Bradie told me I was speaking the wrong language

Then I'm at a televised debate in Israel. This dream/vision is in vivid colour, as if I'm really there

I'm on stage at a podium, next to another man who is speaking

It is definitely me in the vision/dream, I'm not dreaming as someone else. It is so real, I have a momentary realisation while I'm standing there, that this is something from my, Samuel Gregory Korn, future. Which says to me, when it happens, there if a moment where I recall this particular dream/vision

I am a foreigner. But I've been invited as as a special guest to listen to them and help them work something out. To find a solution to some of their problems

People in the media are analysing the way I'm standing while I'm listening to the other man speaking

They are saying I seem bored, like I'm not listening. They say I look like I'm trying not to fall asleep

They are partially right. I'm bored. But not in a disrespectful way as many are assuming

Firstly, I don't consciously speak or understand the Arabic dialect they are speaking

Though I do still hear everything they are saying

Mostly, I'm just waiting for them to go through their process of speaking as a courtesy

I don't really need to hear anything they have to say. But they want to speak, so I let them. This drags out, which is why I look disinterested

Eventually they stop speaking, I decline to speak, then immediately start speaking to the man getting down from the podium, who up until then had thought I wasn't listening and was rude

I explain, that I already had something actionable for him and apologised if I appeared arrogant, because it was not the case

I'm speaking to him in his native Arabic language

I'm talking about something I describe as "The Nexus Committee" and a way to ensure the safe Governing of their country

He is excited and immediately onboard with my suggestions

So much so that I see him chase me up somewhere else almost immediately afterwards

He is asking me how quickly we can implement a questionnaire I had suggested amongst the leaders within his Government

Something that is supposed to see who is fit to continue running the country

I am taken off guard by this, because I hadn't expected to have to begin working on the Nexus Committee so quickly

Interestingly, he is talking to me in English and I'm answering him in Arabic

Seeing as those he is there ready to go, I decide "why not do it right away"

I answer him with the intention of starting work immediately, as I wake up

Cat In A Creek, Massive Hand And Alien Writing

I saw a vision of a tabby house cat swimming through a creek

I was worried for a second because of crocodiles, that the cat might be in trouble

It seems to be trying to swim to shore

Something massive moves in the water behind it, like a water buffalo

I see something that looks momentarily like a crocodiles head in the water, but it breaks up into something like a hand, holding some type of light

Then I see a massive hand rising out of the water behind the cat

It's so big that the cat would be tiny in its palm

I moves up out out the water, to gently direct the cat to the shore, almost pushing it as it rises out of the water

Then I see a strange alien language

It looks far more developed and futuristic than ours, but seems like it is based upon cuneiform

Something tries telling me that it is similar to English

But they are immediately shut down as I see page after page of writing

"It is absolutely nothing like English" something says

The language is beautiful to look at. Mostly linear with evenly sides letters/picturgraphs, but some of the writings meld into non-linear formations, where letters and lines of letters meld into one large character

I think there is a message hidden in what I was shown, which was allot

TV Series - Similar To Ozark

I saw the storyline plot for a season of a TV that was Similar to Ozark

Except the main actor was Nicholas Cage instead of Jason Bateman

It was a combination of the last season of Ozark and the yet unreleased season, or at least it seemed to be

I was opening a bar on a large boat, like the boat casino in Ozark

Then I was doing runs out to international waters for illegal purpose

Elon Musk was part of what happened. He sent people to throw us "off the scent" of success, because we were rivaling a business he was invested in

We knew what he was doing, so we killed the person sent and dragged their body behind the boat by the leg, until it tore off

It was done as a warning to Elon Musk and others who would attempt to sink the business (I think Elon Musk may/might just be a metaphor for some other "rich person")

It ends with someone sending some type of military colonel out to attack us

He is prancing about talking about how he is similar to Frank Sinatra (probably because of the music playing) while he is fighting us. "We both did this. We both did that. We both wanted to be President" he said

His head was then repeatedly rammed into the corner of a hard wooden table or bench, cracking his skull and killing him

The person that did it said him as he did it "you're both deceased"

Einstein-Rosen Bridge Explained - Creating Orbs (Focus Points)

I had a vivid and amazing dream/vision where something explained to me how to create Einstein-Rosen bridges

In the dream/vision, a orb of energy like the ones I regularly encounter was "buzzing me"

I was then shown a practical excitement (that I will not detail how) about how I could put myself directly into/in-to the path of this orb of energy

So that it would need to have to try push straight through me

When this happened, I saw a bridge through time and space to the original occurrences I used to create the bridge

The orb was a focus point

As it was pushing against me, I could see through it to the other side

I tried pulling myself through the bridge, but the distortions created by my bodies electrical field got more intense and repulsive, the harder and further I tried pushing through the other side

But ...

I could easily push through enough to confirm that it was a bridge through time. In space

I devised a experiment to prove my theory on how the bridge could work

I would write the answer to a easy question, I had yet to be asked, on a piece of paper

Then, I would write down the answer to a second easy question, I had yet to be asked, on the same piece of paper

Then, I lock the piece of paper inside a small electrically neutral container with a simple combination code lock on it, that I could not know

I put the container in my pocket, after someone else, who knows the combination, has locked it

Then we go out to conduct the experiment

When we arrive to conduct the experiment, we should find the container on the ground, exactly where I'm to stand while conducting the experiment

Even though it's still in my pocket

Before we arrive and collect the container

Someone asks one question. Except they do not ask me directly

They write it down on a piece of paper, before interacting with the container passed through time

Then, after the container is found and (importantly) has physically passed through both our hands, they write a second easy question on the same piece of paper

The experiment is carried out

With a little difficulty, I pass the container with my answers through. Answers to questions I was never asked

Once I'm done, the container we originally picked up is opened

(NOTE: The person with the combination and the person writing the questions are different people. This is a important distinction. Because in this experiment the person asking the questions is directly involved in how the orbs are created. But once again, I will not detail how the did it, or what they did)

When the container is opened we all compare the questions and answers

The answer to one of the questions is perfectly correct. Impossibly so

The answer to the other question? Though not exactly correct, is that is truly interesting about this experiment, when you compare it both to the question, but also to the seemingly unrelated second question and answer

Something truly strange and amazing happens here

Something strange also happens if you vary the experiment in a few ways

If it DOESN'T pass through the hands of the people writing the questions and answers, when it is first collected, after travelling from the future

The questions aren't exactly wrong. But they are right either. They are however, comparable in a predictable way

BUT ... If you repeat the experiment, taking into account the predictable nature, even stranger things happen

And the strangeness increases the more you test it

The other, is not having the person asking the questions used in the creating of the orb in the experiment

This changes something pretty massive ...

And is (and should be) considered dangerous. Because it shifts beyond the controlled parameters of the experiment ...

It can literally insert the question (and answer) into the physical world outside the experiment

And can also be destructive, in/through/on/with/at whatever it is connected/correlated in/through/on/with/at (as well as is, and is not)

The implications of how it is inserted are also massively and dangerously different, depending on who the person(s) are that put it through ...

And most importantly WHY

Intentions hold a massive baring on how you are affected/effected

If, for example, you were a Military Colonel carrying this out for the purposes of weaponising it, or otherwise financially gaining from it? You could almost guarantee that doing the experiment this way would destroy you

Notice I didn't say kill. It may/might kill you as part of it, but destroying you would be near definite

This is why the configuration is considered dangerous and should not be carried out

Certain people can carry it out, with certain intentions

But even then, the implications of the results are dangerous. I won't go into detail, for this reason

The last and most important detail I understood from this vision/dream

Is that only certain types of people can carry out the experiments I carried out and have them work

You need to be born with very particular genetic alignments in order for the experiment to (be able to) work

Others would carry it out and it wouldn't work. The focus points they create would pass through most normal people

Meaning, no orb would be (could be) created. At least not perceivably

There are physical places on Earth like (I would "guess", because I've never been there to know) Area 51, where similar sync experiments could be carried out

But they wouldn't be anywhere near as accurate, because they are astrological anchored, instead of using physical beings bodies

The door is only as good as the key. Which they wouldn't have (couldn't have, because of the "intent" nature of the key)

Also, any results gathered in this way would be self-depreciating. Designed to physically impair or corrupt results, no matter what ...

I would suggest to the point of being self-destructive or cancerous

I'm making a mental note to myself based on this

In future, if I ever work out how to determine transit within the experiment ...

I'm going to intentionally target Roswell, New Mexico (as accurately as I can throw something through) on very particular dates/times in the past and send them back something .....

Something very intentionally designed to fuck with them .....

And ensure they get nowhere

Maybe even include some biologics containers or wet-sends, to really fuck with them

Ensure that whatever may/might have/have not happened, is controlled

...

Or maybe, I'll just send them through a harmless futuristic weather balloon

That would really fuck with them

Imagine trying to explain a weather balloon, that is actually a weather balloon, but is more advanced in material and manufacture, than you are capable of producing?

That would confuse the fuck out of the "powers that be"

Imagine having a weather balloon you couldn't explain and trying to explain it, while people think you have advanced uFO technology? LoL 😂

I guess it will depend on where I am technologically in future, as to what I send through

Or if something is sent (I send) through at all

*Edit*

I realise now after thinking on this for a while that the physical experiment process I was shown for creating orbs, was/is actually a physical body representation of a process for doing the exact same thing in/Within the body, using the mind

I understand how questions are being answered now

I'm asking them of a version of myself in the future that knows the answers, and passing them to myself in the past, so they can be known in future, to send them

The possibilities are endless

The more doors are closed, the further they actually open

Medical Procedures - Again

Another dream/vision where medical procedures were being done on me

Reverse sync with something going up my rear-end

Then needles and IV going into my left arm

Then something attached to the front of my head, to drill into my skull

I started screaming and raged

It ended with my venomously spitting hatred at wherever it was doing it to me, promising them that I would murder them when I finally got my hands on them

A voice gently spoke to me and promised I would get to kill those that did it to me

This gave me a sense of peace, knowing that someday, somewhere, somehow, I'll make them pay. I'll put them through 10 times more pain and I'll make them sorry

The anger subsided and I could go back to sleep

Targeting Cities In Remote Viewing

I was conscious within my dream

I saw Darwin and something showed me the way planes travel in a ark between cities

They then told me to go to Sydney

It took me second to project myself in a long seen through the sky and land on Sydney

I connected to someone else and sensed the world through them

First, I was a man bringing dinner to his Police Officer wife, or girlfriend that was on duty

He was an ass to her

He had eaten most of her food. Even as he was giving it to her. And the dynamic between them was as if she should feel lucky he was bringing her dinner

She said "I know you're in a bad mood" and he replied "I'm not in a bad mood, I'm just tense"

But he wasn't really tense. He just had contempt for her, like he tolerated her

And she was mistaking it for a bad mood. Which says to me that he tolerates her better at times, than he does others

She seemed to live to serve him. She actually loved him. Or at least, she wanted to, so much

He seemed to live to let her serve him. He didn't seem to love her. But he was comfortable with her. He was, at least, content to have her around

Definitely not my personality. Though I have been in a similar type of relationship before, I wasn't quite like this guy. I actually had a genuine affection for my partner at the time, which I didn't feel in this man

Then I was on a man in a Church, helping a woman lock up for the night after everyone else had left

He/I was looking at a stack of movies the woman was taking home with her. Likely borrowed from someone else in the Church

I think I might have been a priest. Because I was very emotionally judgemental of the woman, as well as being very smug and sure of myself

I looked at the movies, looking for R-rated or adult movies, as if I was trying to confirm my suspicions in judging the woman as sinful, because she would watch movies like that

I was also being sneaky and looking at the movie titles while she was in the other room

Almost definitely a priest or some type of pastor. Nothing like me in any way. I would have just asked to see what movies she got and looked at the them in front of her

I also never, ever judge people in the way this person was doing in their mind, smugly feeling like he was better than her, whilst also being secretly attracted to her

I can understand the "lesser" parts of peoples personalities they try to hide perfectly sometimes, and I'll pretend I don't see it so I don't make them uncomfortable or hurt them

I am flawed, so I try always accept others flaws if I can

I don't ever judge like this person was doing in their mind ... Ever. At least not in anything more than passing, immediately dismissed thoughts

Then I was back in Darwin. In my own body

Momentarily, I think i woke up

Then the same thing that spoke to me before, spoke again and told me to try going to Melbourne

This jump through the sky took longer than Sydney

About 10 seconds

Longer than it should have taken

I was conscious of the fact that it was taking allot longer than it should

When I landed, I was upside down. Pointing head-first at the ground

I had to consciously flip myself over the right way onto my feet

Then I was in a man walking through traffic at a set of lights as they beeped at him

I was looking for someone. A girl

I walked past a bus stop and groups of students, and drugs addicts, looking for her

Someone in a group of young men recognised me and commented that they knew me, but I was skinnier now than I used to be

They commented about how I knew how to fight

Then, the young man gets up and tries to fight me

I avoid his attack and punch him in the face hard

But he doesn't go down

It doesn't make sense to me

If I punch someone in the face like that, they are going down. Or, it'll knock them out

I try take control of the man I'm on, to punch him and make sure he goes down

This disconnects me from the person I'm on

I'm asked why I tried to take over, when I knew he could fight and he was capable of taking care of himself

Simple reason, because if I had hit the man attacking him as cleanly as he did, the man would have went down

It was maybe something to do with his punching technique. Something subtle. A slight difference I could feel in the way he punches, to the way I punch, that results in less power than I would have delivered

The difference between knocking him them and ending the fight, or not ending the fight and having to hit him again

I'm guessing I wasn't supposed to try take control of the man I was viewing through, I was supposed to let him fight. But I wasn't going to risk getting hit, when he failed to knock him down the first time

My sync with the person was weird, even before this

I think they might have been on drugs, because I seemed to be slipping in-and-out of sync with them while they were walking

Then I was back in my body. Mostly awake in my bed

The same thing that spoke to me before was still speaking. It told me to try Perth

I started to try, but I felt some type of connection or blockage in my forebrain, in the middle of my forehead

I stopped and refused to push through it, or try again while it was connected

It was only going to bury a connection in me I didn't want. A connection I'm trying to get rid of, that I refuse

So I wasn't going to undo all my work trying to get rid of it, by projecting to Perth and pushing it back deeper inside me

As I lay there, I understood allot of sync I hadn't before

The main thing I understood is how the Australian cities relate to perspective of self

How Australia means Intelligence and relates to the British crowns Anglican Church prerequisite. Meaning, only a Australian born person can rightfully hold the throne

I also realised the bodies emotional alignment with Alice Springs and from this, exactly why it flooded in Alice Springs after I left Darwin to get away from my then recent ex-girlfriend, many years ago

... And the significance of wading through the flood waters to check the road depth for my friend car, as the first person to cross the waters and make it out of Alice Springs. Semi-trailers were lined up that wouldn't cross, until I waded through with my friends F100 following me

I also understood it's reverse sync relation to the Boxing day tsunami. Exactly when I should have been passing through Darwin on a flight, on my way to Thailand. The exact day and time

Had I not cancelled the holiday