I know Saint Hill Manor???

So. I think about a lot of stuff, lately. And in my whole life. (Wanted to write: hole life, which might apply too…)

So how can it be, that I dream of a woman, that really exists in the real world and I can describe her exactly the way she looks and behaves??? Because that is what happened. Although I never met her,  I dreamed of her (and other things like hills, green lands, horses and a big house with windows from the bottom to the top of the building) She even wears the clothes I describe in that dream.

It goes like this: “There was a filly that changed into an old, odd woman all of a sudden, she was pale, had short blond hair, was wearing a beige-brown jacket, and her eyes were pale blue… She came to me and grumbled at me, this is not possible and that all I did was not allowed, and that it was an outrage, and all that stuff.”

There were many wild horses and ponies in that dream that were out of control and also many foals and fillies, and also at least one German actor. I won’t go into the whole dream.

I watched a youtube video of a protest at the IAS Event, in 2014,  that was held at Saint Hill Manor, and well, this woman is on this video. She worked for them, obviously and behaved exactly the way I saw it in my dream, or better, I experienced it in the dream.  That must also be the reason why I copied it to my brain, it must have been a shocking experience for me.

I am not sure what it means. It is obvious though. I thought, I know this woman, but dismissed it immediately because how could I possibly know her or ever have met her.  But —— of course —– it is clear what it means. Just it does not want to come to me as real, it is kind of shocking to me. Of course I know what it means. Of course I know, that this is real. But somehow it is crazy at the same time.

I must have been there.  In the real world, that is called “kidnapping”. But what the heck. It is what it is. Shocking.  And now, look at this: the incident happened on exact that day, the video was uploaded. I never watched it until last week or so.

So, the two things, my dream which I had in 2016, and the event or at least the video, don’t come across each other, don’t belong to each other, but obviously, there is something to it. I did not know the video. I did not know about the woman (security woman?).  I did not even know about the IAS Event until lately. I looked it up in Google. So, how on earth can that be???

The only possible answer is, that the dream was simply covering the truth, and I was there at some time, short time perhaps, and I saw her there. What else could it be. It is not a mystery at all, it is simply an answer to my questions which can’t be put aside. Honestly.

The answer is: I was kidnapped and must have been at Saint Hill.

I still have to swallow it.  It took me three whole years to learn the truth, to see what really happened…  Of course there have been more dreams that add up to the whole story, but it is a lot and would take too long to explain.  But to come to a conclusion, I must say, hence the two days I confused with in my memory, and the point, that I can’t have made all that in time which I did that day allegedly. I’ve been doing all the math  and it just doesn’t add up to it. I even looked up how the weather was at that day, or these two days, which is conclusive with my memory and with the photographs  I made that day.   It was only then that I found out, the days don’t match, I was not back at the day the pictures were made?  It is so unbelievable and no explanation wants to fit completely, but this is all I can make out of it.

So, my heart can’t grab it yet, and I still think, never ever would anyone and especially him do this. But yet they can. sp_a0518

I just hope so much, it wasn’t to make another moonchild.  No, just kidding.

Oh help me lord. I am loosing my wits here. No, it is all as I say. I swear to the bible and the “American  book of amendments”. And to everything else there is. 😉

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drawing without a desk…

Back to “creativity” again. Only, not so much.  It’s a bit difficult to work without a desk.   Without anything to do is as worse as it can get. I need something to do.  Also, to get me distracted from my thoughts and my past events – it’s just essential. Or I will fall. Into a deep and dark space.

Plus, I need to express my pain. Other than that, I don’t know.  I am so confused.

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… and my religion is…

Well, and this is what happens, when “someone” becomes your “religion”.

It is so overwhelming in the end.  I cried yesterday, because I found out so many things I had already seen and I did not know. In 2002, I began to write a story, well about “someone”, and I went on writing over the years and I thought it was total fiction, also about me, and about him an his passion (his religion I think because it can’t be anything else, or these people who were around him and me ), but I did not know then, that it was about “him”, or about a religion. You know. I wasn’t aware who and what that was I was writing about. It was just for fun… and because I wanted to be a writer.  Writing by seeing into the future which is not written by then is like, the feeling to an extend where nothing makes sense… but actually, I thought nothing of it, I thought everything was as normal, I blanked out completely on what was not so obvious.

Yesterday I read my story again after all these years (which I luckily did not throw away as I had planned) and many details are as far as I know true, and are  fitting in.      It was clairvoyance, what else?  And then it shook me and I had to cry.       It is not for anyone to read of course, it is not finished or  good or anything, but it shows the many things which happened and are happening in the last three, four years and ongoing I think, to me it is shocking but as well wonderful. It is like a bond which was invisible and unknown to me.

It is either telepathy or something else, which I don’t know yet…. and it makes me wonder, nobody can say, that clairvoyance doesn’t exist. Because it does.

He must have such a strong mind. To me, that is mind-blowing.

 

 

 

Dark basements and plays

And again, last night, I dreamed of dark basements, and people who “played” with me and pushed me into it eventually, and closing the door in the end and switched off the lights… so I sat there in total darkness in this spooky dark basement, which was full of dirt and wide and big…

We were doing some game, don’t know what exactly, and I came from the basement several times after getting something out of the basement, but in the end a girl just locked the door behind me and I was stuck in there. I was so frightened.

I wonder why these dreams are coming, where I am locked in somewhere and where I am frightened and scared and alone… and in the end mostly running away somehow or in a crazy hunt and looking desperately for an exit or an escape… and then it struck me today, reading my dreams of the last three years, that I did not have a clue what they meant but it slowly comes to my mind that they are all related, telling me a story that must have happened earlier, and I can’t lay it to rest, because it must have been so frightening, and so brutal… or at least it was a brutal game, but I wasn’t up for it or not used to it or at least not cut out for it. Maybe it is called “fair game”…

But I don’t want to believe this. I never did anything wrong… I rather even have something like a crush on  a person maybe related to this. And that hurts…

Whatever this might be, it hurt me in my soul and I still struggle to decipher my dreams. Only, I don’t know what I do when I find out. I rather not want to know. I think….

And I even saw him in the cards, but interpreted it wrongly, so I could not see it was him. So, eventually, everything went wrong from there… because I could not read the cards in the beginning of the year properly. It was an otter, who is wearing a pearl of power in his forehead, and it is related to water… and it was also related to helping others and playfulness. So, that all fits in.

But my heart is open to him and somehow, it gets wider every day, I can’t help it. I know how stupid this must sound. But something is there which I can’t find out, but it just won’t leave me. It is this kind of familiarity to him. Ach, I can’t explain it.

Yesterday, there was a woman in my street, taking pictures of the alley. Which is odd, since this happens actually never. I know that, since more or less always the same people are here, it is not so lively here…. The week before that, a neighbor across the street had a fight with a woman and it looked as if this woman was sent away from my neighbor, in an angry gesture, obviously she just did want to stand there on the pavement, in front of their house. The day before that, it was the same with some younger fellow, but there wasn’t a fight.  Or something like that. It just seemed very odd to me.  And when I went out to do some shopping, I saw a weird couple in a car and was like, this is how it always looks like in the youtube videos I’ve seen about this subject. Weird. They drove away after I had clocked them. Or I spotted them. Well… it is going on, obviously. But, this is what I waited for. Just come on, if the game is on,  I take it. I am also very playful at times.  🙂

But maybe, it will bore people to death anyway. Lol. Since there is nothing to get out of it except total boredom. Be my guest…

But it is not worth to hurt loving and caring people, especially when there are no grounds for this at all. They are just hurting themselves with that. Their souls will take it with them for the rest of all coming lifes. Very painful, I must say.