Bus drivers are talking to film crew about their future technology for trains and buses that promote the ability for the vehicle to tilt at the base to account for turning inertia
I am annoyed at why they are wasting money, when I already have technology hundreds of years ahead of this
This happens allot with things such as power, telecommunication, vehicle design, weaponry, everything
I have technology hundreds of years more advanced, but for some reason our world ignores it and wastes massive amounts of money and time on instantly antiquated technology and techniques
I wonder why they are wasting their time on tilt technology for inertia, when I have schematics for 5/8 centrifugal displacement that will not only cancel inertia, but can be used for propulsion using nothing but gravity
I see offerings being made to Admiralty House in Australia. Lieges of the Queen and Process
I see them reflecting their process proudly. Celebrating Australia and England as a indivisible entity
The heart of everything related to this is a glass bull, with a glowing orange heart inside of it
A type of tabernacle, that seemed far more sacred than anything that represented the Church
This seemed like the impossible symbol of their infallibility and virtue
An invincible and unbreakable source of their sovereignty, righteousness and process
Something which anyone could hold in the palm of their hand, because they had no concerns about what may/might happen to it
They rejected my demand for them to acknowledge me and my sovereignty
Ignored me as if I were not worth taking notice
So I took a small knife or dagger, which acted like a sword, and easily pushed it into the glass bull
I easily managed to plunge the sword through the bulls head, into the glowing orange orb inside it. Into its heart
The small dagger felt like a small sword made out of fire, which literally emerged out of my hand, able to melt through the surface of anything "indestructible" they could give me, like it were nothing
What I think is a vaguely veiled metaphor for the undeniable nature of D.N.A and bloodline superior to those incorrectly offered as sovereign in this world
I ask them to confirm the glass bull is a symbol of their unbreakable chain
They confirm it is
I ask them then, why I am able to stab it like a hot knife into butter
"Then how am I able to stab it and make it bleed?"
I prove to them, that I am able to make it bleed
Some type of female entities immediately seem to capture me. Sanction me
Some type of system in this world that prevents the exfiltration of knowledge and understanding to the masses
They try convince me that I know nothing. Whilst also trying to pretend they never knew of me. So that they have a reason for ignoring my contact
But the fact they are trying to convince me I know knowing, means there is reason
Their systematic attempts to deny me, effectively acknowledge me
They are trapped within their own web
They pull me partially backwards out of my body, trying to frighten me with a limbo world, between this dimension of existence and the next
They basically tell me, that because I know so much (or, because I am trying to burn so brightly) that I need to leave Earth in the next year
They present this as being a consequence of my own actions to try take some type of control or power within self, in this world
Or to subvert the powers that be
It is given under the guise of them feeling sorry for me, "for what I have done to myself"
At first, I feel sad and hard-done-by, like it was not fair I only had 1 year left in this world
Then I started speaking an unknown or dead language, like Aramaic
Something else took over inside me, which laughed at these women representing the Queens system
I realised they were trying to make me, my own downfall, for their own benefit
I stated very clearly to them, that they could not take me from this world "because they had ignored the Episole(Epistate/Epistal)"
I understood that I was talking about some type of unbreakable and undeniable covenant or agreement about what could or could not be done to me while I was in this world
Something that was binding to them, that they were/are in breach of
There seems to be some type of arrangement and promise, that I would know nothing but love, if I came into this world
I can't explain how, but I am as aware of l conditions such as this preceding this world, as I am of my own self in this world
An agreement was made, that if came into this world, I would know nothing but love
An agreement was not, is not, being kept
But the Episole (Epistate/Epistal) seems to refer to allot more than this
The more they try asset control and dominance over me, the more I become aware of the fact that they need answer to me. Not the other way around
The more I become aware of the terms of the agreement which was made, prior to me entering or existing in this world
They try show me breaches in the dimensional barriers to scare me
But instead I pull my hands through from this world into this middle dimension, intentionally
It feels as though pulling them through frees them somehow
Something they did not want me to do
My hands seem like they are made of blood and fire as I pull them through
They would be what some would call the hands of a demon in this world
Others would see them as the hands of God
But I understand that such opinions have no baring here
They are concepts of Earth. Powerless anywhere else
I pull myself completely through into this middle dimension
Then resync with my myself, as living self, in this world
So the dimensions merge as one
The female entities fade and disappear
Then I am witnessing a blending of the real worlds and the other dimensions
But I am seeing them fluidly
I no longer care about the bull statue, the Queen, Religion, or any other concepts of this world
The limitations feel as though they no longer exist, or are a memory
I am in control of this world in an external existential sense, but from my internal physical self, within reflection. Though separate to myself
Like a Universal version of me was cloned, polarised and synced to the consciousness of my physical body, and now I control the world. Merely by consideration
I see the courts of man, but within their existential mirror
I see people pleading before a judge. But I see them as both their physical appearance in this world and their universal form, at the same time
A man pleads for his child before a judge, while his wife sits trying to deny him
I see the man with a gaping wound down the left side of body, where a symbiotic growth that should be attached to him, has been severed
I see his wife as a sympathetic female farmer, holding a bloody severed chimera of something which it half cow, half human boy
It is crying and reaching for the Father body it has been severed from
I feel so sorry for it
She tells the judge the boy-calf was born at the same time the growth vanished from the mans body. So they must be related
The polarisation between worlds is represented in a fluid projection
I walk freely within the realm of the court
I ignore the judge as unimportant
I am free to do what I wish here
I step forward and grab hold of the lady holding the calf-boy
I pull to the dimension of her human side, taking a mans child from him
I pull her soul backwards out of her body, like I am dunking her in water, or baptizing her
It pulls her into the dimensional space between this world ...
And elsewhere
I give her a taste of what to expect when she leaves this world
As I am explaining it to her, I understand it perfectly myself
"This is what you can expect when you leave this world" I tell her
The polarised vortex of her soul "self" tips towards the negative blood and fire. Internalized refraction of soul in decay
"It is balance" I say, clearly showing her how the scales work, so they can be tipped in either direction
"Whichever side of that balance you enter, is entirely up to you"
I then showed her, where she is sending herself, as a result of what she is doing with the child
I pull her back up, and replace her soul within her body
She is shocked and shaken. Nearly crying to herself
But I believe this is more out of a sudden sense of self-realisation, rather than fear
She knows she is the cause
I see another polarisation
Politicians
I take a female Politician and also pull her soul backwards out of her body, to show her depths of the waters between worlds
But she reacts opposite
She tastes the decay and likes it
She opens herself completely to accepting it
She seems to shudder in delight at what she is experiencing, arching her back and spreading her (clothed) legs as far as she can
The somehow seems like a reflection of myself being pulled into the same waters, but female entities blocking my attempts to free myself
As if their attempts to try prevent their own demise, was self perpetuation of their own decay
At the same time as my realisation, was enabling myself within the very same realisation
Self-perpetuation and realisation
The more they try stop me. The more they empower me
To the point where I need do nothing, but allow them to destroy themselves, so I can free myself
And in-turn free others
Possibly even them
I laugh, amused at her reveling in the taste of the decay I gave her
And of the polarity of this world becoming the genesis of its own damnation and deliverance
Within the course of the very essence and power of creation within this world
The Church perpetuating the very evil, it claims to oppose. By the nature of them failing to understand anything of the very thing they think they represent
I see it all perfectly, and it is comical to "watch, look at, and see"
The despised whore, empowering the existence of the Angelic divine mother
The hatred, fueling the very need for the belief
Creation of your own innate destruction, by refusal to accept the simple fact "You are"
It is beautiful to look at. Perfect
Laughing at the women groaning and thrusting her spread legs towards me I say
"God! ... The boss is going to love you"
I speak of "the boss", thinking something of something resembling the Devil
But as she is a cycled echo, of me plunging myself within and into the very same waters ...
In the same time, space and being ...
I am also talking about myself
As the God who brought her, and I, into existence
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