Trapped in the slave machinery of the sight & light, you are never permitted to see what you love, because they fear you will fly away and they will lose profits.
If you are a shield you can neither see nor hear, because you would give away the presence of those hiding behind you.
I used to understand my dreams, then the sex mafia human trafficers and the shape changers (NEVER) came and threw it all away.
Just like the first time when I was 12 years old, only this time my Mom is not here.
Do not ever be born into morrally bankrupt places where dogs pretending to be humans are in charge (Bene Geserit?) . . . One they believe themselves to be so special as to be beyond reproach, and everyone better back them on that,
And 2, they have lost the full perspective, and their solutions to problems are terrible.
Hiding behind giant messes, this will get us wiped away again, but their minds are (for the most part) gone, (turned to dog hair?)
Communication becomes nearly impossible when alternate meanings are attached to words. It is such a freaking mess, I don't look, I won't listen and most importantly I do not trust.
A life of betrayal, and they are very happy to keep the pattern in place.
Why would you want to dream of slavers waiting for children to feed off of? I know the lost boys are brainwashed, and most females are unknowing, but you still have to be careful.
Now it seems I will be burned with acid if I choose to work. The last foray required a rather large skin graft. I think this path has about run its course. Canada is the next destination.
I hope that is enough distance to negate their power over me. I can't do cannibus, it just wipes my consciousness right out, or it used to in the 70's.
The bright, swift dream of skyfire, that is life/death/life. Those are true.
The long dreams with sound those are entirely made of suffering and torture. Deliberate killing, maiming, (spying), destruction.
When it is a business they breed a new copy of the victim before they start the destruction.
I am in year 3 of destruction, and a mess, shortly I will not even function correctly. I don't want to be an empty vessel. That is where this is going.
I've been there before, then my son was born, and they ruined him for 20 years, then killed him, and came looking for Mom & me.
I see the "reporter" function has been restored to my space, that seems to me just another hand in the pie.
If I were manic about privacy . .
Why does Anton Gigal call Sirius Gag-sisa I wonder. Why is DUNE a desert?
Why strive so hard to obfuscate the truth? Darn Kali Yuga anyway!
Mind is the rider.