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Aianawa
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This is an extract from Time Loop Chronicles 1, describing how a visiting soul gets trapped
.....suddenly I am flying in space, “I am free, like a
bird with no ties. I was flying with two other friends. We were not in ships; we
were flying like birds through space. It feels so real; I feel like I am there…”
“Not that long ago, you were really there.” the voice continued. “Please
continue to tell me what is happening with you and your friends.”
“We are just soaring through space without a care in the universe. OH
WOW?”
“What? Did something happen?”
“The planets, we are flying by planets, but they are not round, I don’t
think they are planets; they appear to be alive.”
“The planets, they are shaped like dolphins and whales, sea creatures,
and they are alive. The planet is living; they are moving through space like
swimming in the ocean. WOW!”
“Yes, in the true spirit world all things are alive and have consciousness.
These are not matter worlds but living energy worlds.”
As we kept soaring, I then looked far in front of me and I saw this white
chalky substance filling part of the space. I began asking; “What is that?”
One of my friends conveyed to me, ‘this is the dimension of the prison
galaxy. We have lost many close friends in this realm, and they have never
come back out.’ Deep sadness and gloom filled our hearts. We all
remembered our fallen friends, and now they are prisoners of this fallen
dimension.
..This is the universe you call the Milky Way Galaxy. It indeed is a prison for souls.”
“Yes, I can remember now, many have fallen and are down there, and
they are lost. And they don’t even remember who they were. I feel terrible for
them. I cannot understand how they were trapped. They had great and
glorious powers like we all do, but now all of their memory is gone.”
My friends that were flying with me, reminded me that we were not
supposed to go into this realm, or we would be sucked in. If we are sucked in,
then we will lose all memory of who we are and forever be missing.
That didn’t set well with me, why would we become lost? We have these
powers, we are not prisoners. We remember everything. And even if we enter
matter worlds and experience it, which is called death, we are not trapped, we
just awaken unto our soul’s journey.
Again, my friends assured me that we were warned not to go into this
realm. ......
....I kept thinking to myself, I have this
power, I have this glory, why can’t I go into this realm and awaken my friends
and bring them back to the fold? I felt it was wrong to leave them there, that
if we had this kind of supremacy and we do not use it to help, are we not
worse than those who have enslaved our friends?
...“The issue is not whether you can
help them; the issue is, they chose to do something that they were not
prepared for, and thus they became trapped into this horrible nightmare.
They were also warned and they made the wrong choice. They are not
trapped forever, but they must follow protocols so that they can be released
from their own error. And only until then will they become free.”
..... I told the two friends that were with me, “We need to help these
lost souls. There is nothing there that can trap us. We are spirits, not material
beings, so we can move into this realm undetected and remove our friends.”
My two companions were not as sure about this as I was. But they saw
my determination and believed we could go in there and retrieve our friends
and become heroes. The guide then spoke out, “Sometimes good intentions
are paved on unstable foundations.
..... “You do not know everything, some things
are secrets, and thus the soul can be trapped in matter!”
As we maneuvered closer to this white goo in space, I just didn’t believe
the soul could be trapped, and then I recklessly flew into the forbidden
substance. Suddenly, we all blacked-out just like what happens when
experiencing soul changes. I could hear this swooshing sound as it continued
to pull me at a very fast rate of speed like a sucking machine or vacuum. I had
no control against it. I didn’t know what was happening.
The next thing I knew I was standing in a desert area, surrounded by
what appeared to be Tuareg’s and Bedouin type people that appeared to be
nomadic. They were a desert clan that lived in clay houses.
I had no idea where my two friends were, they were missing and I didn’t
know what had happened to us, and then this subtle mental thought
protruded through saying, ‘they are now lost in time.’
The houses where these dwellers lived were rounded like an igloo. And
they had one entranceway into the front part. Inside each hut were
uncomfortable looking clay chairs and beds, maybe two of each. They were
not large rooms, enough to hold a family of four possibly.
While there I ran into one of the people, he was wrapped in some dirty
white garments from the head to the toe, wearing sandals upon his feet. He
looked at me and said, “You do not belong here, you should not have come.”
I asked if he knew who I was. He said, “You are traveler from beyond the
world, like me, you came from another time and place until you were pulled
into this world. Why did you come here?”
“I wanted to help, I was hoping I could free everyone.”
“That was a tragic mistake on your part. You cannot free us, we are
trapped and we are stuck forever.”
I asked him, “You do not believe that you are trapped, do you?”
“All I know is that everyone who has come here has been trapped for a
very long time. And most, unlike you, do not even remember who they were
from the day they came here, their memory was snatched by some enchanted
sorcery.”
“Well how is it that you remember, and did you see two others like me
arrive recently about the time I came here, these were my friends?”
“It is because the black ones have not stolen my memory, they do not
know I can still recall events from where I came from. And if you came with
friend’s chances of them landing in the same place are nil, they are probably
somewhere else on this planet. They love to divide and conquer.”
“The black ones?” I queried.
“These are those who dress in black, they are not human so they hide
their form from us. But they have powers, and they can touch you with their
rod and strip you of your memory. And you will become a slave for them.”
“How is it that you have remained with memory? How did you avoid the
black ones? And what is this Rod that you speak of”
“Because, I don’t let on that I am aware of anything. When they show up
I act completely ignorant like everyone else does who has been taken over.
Everyone else just follows orders, they cannot think through the situation,
they know to be able to eat and have warmth and a place to live, they must
obey. Their rods are some sort of magical control sticks, if you are hit with one
you will black-out and upon awakening you will have forgotten everything you
ever knew.”
I was becoming angry. This was really bothering me. I hated that I had no
power. This body was so thick and dense, and it did not allow me to move or
operate properly. It was a useless tool.
Suddenly, the nomad I was talking too said, “Keep alert, here comes the
black ones; I do not know you right now, just do something, anything, look
busy and whatever you do, do not look in their eyes, they can read your
mind.”
I was at a loss for words, being angry, all I wanted to do was fight and
flee this situation, but I hid around the side of one of the dwellings, and
waited there acting imbecilic by kicking dirt around having no rhyme or reason
as to what I was doing.
I heard these entities pushing the nomadic travelers around and brutally
whipping these poor souls without cause with straps that had pieces of rock
melded into the leather. I had to look to see what these entities were.
I poked my head around and standing there was one of the black ones.
They were wearing some sort of bird like head gear over thick heavy black
garments, with leather shoes, like sandals, but not exact.
They were very tall and fit, maybe 9-feet tall, and built like a soldier. As
soon as I looked around, one of them saw me and caught my eyes. Instantly
he hit me with this small wand and everything went black.
The next thing I knew I was living in a village, I was a young teenage boy.
Maybe 16-years old. I had straggly black hair, I was unkempt, had tattoos
everywhere. My body was littered with jewelry, which was pinned inside the
skin. I was a sad sight for sore eyes.......
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