My jump into June 7th 2003 by experimenting, and
own method of projecting forwards in time, which led to the discovery of another 'me' living an alternate life.
Another view of the future as shown by God through a timegate connected with Jan 4 2005
When I was seventeen and eighteen years old I had my own art studio in Gisborne, New Zealand, and used
to paint to my heart's content. I listened to the usual 70's music - Jimi
Hendrix, Led Zeppelin, Van Morrison, Santana etc... When I painted, I entered
a timeless realm where the present world ceased to exist and it was replaced
by my hopes for the future. I hoped and hoped for a better life - one with
love, beauty, romance and music. Full of colour and harmony and laughter. And
of course a wonderful warm kind partner. I made an ideal future in my
imagination and planned all the things I would create. I was so creative
that knowledge was worthless. I saw knowledge as a distraction from my
self-expression. I could feel the back of my head burning with activity as
I poured my heart intensely into whatever I was creating. Only that which
would make the world a more beautiful or pleasurable place to live in was
worth anything. Ignorance was bliss.......
My ideal world had some glitches. No matter how perfect I created it, it was
always marred by a very, very bad feeling that to be realistic I would
probably end up suffering to the depths of my soul, at some time be stuck in
some foreign country and be lonely, end up a solo mother, in debt, sick, possessed by a partner whom I could never escape, end up doing
cleaning for a living or be stuck in some tiny flat with no view, listening
to the endless sound of lawnmowers and living like a pauper with no food. My
feelings had prophetic ability.
I pushed them down as hard as I could to suppress them. After all who wants
to feel bad, without an ounce of proof that any of this could ever happen? I
had my hands, and as long as they could create there was hope for a great
future. My creativity was profuse then. I was also an idealist in the extreme.
There was another problem, that reached deep in to my dormant mind, not yet
capable of knowledge about anything, except which paintbrush was in the best
shape. I experienced endless deja vus. Sometimes I felt as if I did everything three
times over before they happened. No matter what I did I often knew what would
happen next - the next sentence in someone's conversation seemed familiar. I'd
have one deja vu, then another a minute later and again another. I was
caught in a time warp where no matter what I did, I'd often experienced it
before. I felt my life was running in triplicate. Layers and layers of deja
vus destroyed my happiness.
Can't anything be fresh and new I begged my soul? Why does everything echo
from the future? I felt like I was watching the same movie over and over.
I hated the flashes
from the future but knew nothing about them to stop it. Every time they
came, I would experience the deepest sorrow of what I'd lost emotionally.
My feelings of doom were so far ahead that it frightened me. I never even
thought consciously about tomorrow let alone 20 years ahead. A cloud of doom preceded my
every step. I knew deep down that my future was horrible, the worst
nightmare imaginable and many times, (sometimes every day) I was reminded.
My feelings were always coloured with the belief that tomorrow would give me
pain. However I managed to keep them controlled and let the urge to seek and
create beauty dominate on a conscious level.
Occasionally when the atmosphere had an electrical charge, like before a
storm - a feeling of intense excitement at what would come would pierce my
mind with hope, that my future really would be exciting. Freedom would enter
my soul and blast the impending sorrow out and destroy it. Exhilarating
surges of adrenaline would rise in my body that revealed a tomorrow full of
anticipation about travel, adventure and many wonderful stimulating loyal friends.
Purposefulness would burn in my veins and I would experience a sense of
achievement and mastery of the unknown. A release from the grapplinghook of
fate. Life was flowing my way. It felt good. But alas this only happened on
the rare days that lightning flashed.
APPROXIMATELY TWENTY YEARS LATER IN AUCKLAND, NEW ZEALAND
I'm sitting on the sofa hanging my head in the deepest sorrow, my heart
filled with pain. I'm in debt because I gave my hard earned money to a man
who had no intention of working. I have his child. Lawnmowers are constantly
grinding and I'm in a small house with no privacy or view. The man next door
has a chainsaw, and it feels as if everyone in the block does, from the amount of noise going on. There's constant
hammering, it seems to go on from more than one house. My ears are very delicate, and noise is my worst kind of suffering. A dog barks with the
deepest sadness at being constantly chained. The next door neighbor plays
jazz over her loudspeakers which I hate and keeps waking me up in the small
hours coming home. She argues loudly with her husband. The smell of dope
comes from their house and a barbecue from the house on the other side. I am a vegan and it
makes me feel sick.
My clothes are worn, and I have holes in my shoes. The car is constantly
breaking down. There's no food, bills are piling up. No washing machine and
a million dirty nappies. I have no creative ability whatsoever because I
learned to think, which unfortunately seemed to wipe it clean away. I get
constant insomnia and nightmares. My nerves are bad. My partner is from the
same Irish King genetic line, so I felt an unconscious obligatory tie to be
loyal, but he drained me financially, mentally, emotionally, physically and
spiritually. He was a talented songwriter but he wasn't stimulating to me, except for his music. He
was lethargic and lacking enthusiasm, whereas I like to try new things for variety and
see what is new all over the planet. I sit there once again longing for the past, when I was
free. I used to be happy I agonized. When I was seventeen and eighteen years
old I could create, now I can do nothing but think. I'm worthless, just a
thinking machine whose life is in tatters with no hope of ever removing this
man. If I had the money I would have left.
OHHHH I WISH...........
Just a minute - I'm giving myself deja vus. I've just discovered something
for mankind! Everytime I think back I give myself the future! I must have
done it a million times! Must have relived every single minute again of
everyday of age seventeen and eighteen in that studio.
I can't believe this! No wonder I saw the future, I have been constantly
sending my thoughts back to it.
THAT MEANS I CAN SEE TOMORROW NOW USING THE SAME METHOD.
Now I am in tune with the universe. What will the future be - good or bad??
I must tune into those deja vus from the future...
I know my personal future is fine but I can't guarantee anybody else's as I
get a bad feeling we are going to be invaded by aliens. Actually I know
aliens will be running this world, sometime while I am still on this earth.
YEARS LATER - about 1997
My son's father went back to back to his homeland of Australia, and I am living in a nice house
with a beautiful view of bush. Trees everywhere. Birds singing non stop.
Nice quiet neighbors. Privacy. Things are looking up.
I am watching TV and the program was about Billy Connolly in Scotland. I
have some Scots blood in me. He's going up an escalator in Glasgow in the
main shopping center.
HEAVEN FORBID I JUST SAW THE FUTURE!
1997 SELF.......I'm going to be on that same escalator in the future checking out my Scots
ancestors. Hold that picture. I go through the TV and yell at myself from the
past - take a note of this - I want to know what happens in the future.
Please make sure you remember that now, in your past, I'm watching TV seeing
Billy Connelly going up this escalator and that when you are on it you
remember you saw this on TV . OK?
2003 SELF....... GOT YOU!
1997 SELF....... This is really important future self. I must know everything
which is happening in the world and the date. PLEASE GIVE ME THE DATE.
2003 SELF....... June 7th 2003.
1997 SELF....... Has Armageddon happened yet?
2003 SELF....... NO.
Part 1 - TIME LINES: How They Operate
1997 SELF....... Can you give me an overview of the future of the world as a
whole, like a panorama, not just one or two events? Make it spread evenly
over the last year and please include politics, alien invasions, natural and
unnatural disasters, wars and rebellions of the masses against the NWO.
Continued on page 2
This is Princes Square Shopping Centre in Glasgow.
This is St Enoch's Shopping Centre in Glasgow. These are the two biggest shopping centres in Glasgow, and I'm not sure which escalator my future self spoke to me from. I feel I have visited both of them in the future, however my intuition tells me that the St Enoch one was the place of my deja vu. But to be on the safe side I'll add the other as a possibility, as I've never been to Glasgow and the more I look at them both the stranger I feel. (Heaven forbid that any other strange flashes/deja vus may occur, the whole thing is complicated enough) However if I ever did get to Glasgow, I'd have been sure to visit them both anyway, regardless of the whole incident.
Part 2 - TIMELINES: Deja Vus
Part 3 - TIMELINES: Talking To Future Selves
Part 4 - TIMELINES: Other Me's
Part 5 - TIMELINES: Dissolving unwanted ones
Part 6 - I SAW THE FUTURE: Jan 4 2005
Part 7 - WHAT IS TIME?
THE UNIVERSAL SEDUCTION book series.
Piercing the Veils of Deception
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