5e4m4m1a

[5e4m4m1a]

“your gut instinct is not a liar, those initial feelings exist for a reason, sit on them if you need to, process whether your feelings are valid or just projections, but never dismiss your intuition when the signs are staring you in the face and your nervous system is agreeing.”

— iambrillyant

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It confuses you, doesn’t it? Being in my presence, that is. After all of this time and yet you still cannot seem to recall when or even where you last laid eyes on me. I have changed so much that even my physical features do not allow for hints. I’m not apologetic for this truth for I am whole in what I am. I am whole in what you are.

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Trust in the plan. 

Who made the plan? Is this the plan for me? Is this the plan for you? 

I don’t seem to remember who may have made this agreement. Perhaps it was God? Maybe it was even the Devil? Both of the entities in one room looking through my life and your life like files on a table while they drink hot tea? 

Oh, it could have been me who made the plan. Maybe, I was there and I just can't seem to remember what I was signing up for. 

Time is linear, therefore I am in many places at once. Although I am only aware of what my current vessel is experiencing, I am also in other vessels in other worlds on other timelines doing other missions similar to this woman.

Make a change. Change their minds. Change their hearts. Change their perspectives. The whole Universe is waiting for me to make a move. To make the move. A mission is set up for all of us here. Are you hearing the call?

Download complete:

Candidate 333

Emi awoke from her sleep in a panic, her body shivering and covered in sweat. She sat up and moved her hair back from her face to peer around the room at her current surroundings. Everything was still how she had left it, but the curtains that once covered her windows had been moved back to shine the moonlight into the space of her room it touched. 

Emi pulled the blankets off of herself and slid out of her bed, glancing over at the alarm clock on the dresser that read “3:45” she groaned to herself. Her feet touched the floor and she took slow steps toward the window, unsure as to why she felt so cautious. She just felt uneasy from the dream and so she shouldn’t be worried about her locked window being exposed. 

Once Emi made it to the window she reached both arms up to grasp a hold of the curtains, her gaze sweeping over the outside surroundings of her house. The tree line had fireflies blinking around in the shadows and the moon helped to light up most of the things she would normally not be able to see with her bare eyes. 

Pulling the curtains toward one another, Emi looked up at the sky to see the moon beaming back at her. Just before she had the curtains fully closed she heard a creak of the floor outside of her bedroom. She froze. Her eyes darted from the glorious moon to the lock just in front of her view that held the windows closed and secure. 

Unlocked. Emi took in a slow shaky breath before locking the window. Looking over her shoulder at her cracked open door, she reached for her sweater to slip on around her. Emi made her way to the bedroom door in the darkness, keeping her breath steady. She stopped just next to the door listening for another noise to send her out into the hallway. 

Closing her eyes to use her ears better, Emi began to astrally project herself out of her body. Her essence drifted through the open doorway and out into the hallway, she glanced both ways taking note of a low glow of a light coming from down the stairs.

Emi returned to her body and opened the door enough to slip her body through it. She was not sure who may be in her home at such an hour, but whoever it was didn't bother the front door and got her window unlocked from outside. She needed answers not a fight. So, Emi crept through the dark hallway toward the stairs where she saw the glow of the light coming from below. 

Stopping just at the top of the stairs, Emi paused to listen again for any noises her ears may pick up on. Keeping her breathing slow and low she closed her eyes and listened, placing her left hand on the wall next to her. She heard a low thump come from the lower floor of her house. 

Opening her eyes and removing her hand from the wall, Emi began to take the steps down the stairs toward the being that was lurking around in the dark late hours. Her feet were light on the stairs from years of training herself to memorize where the creaks in the stairs are. Just as she reached the last step she paused again, taking in the dim light that was now in the dining room.

Emi glanced around in the dark living room for anything she might miss before she took a slow deep breath and stepped off the last step to the stairway. Her feet felt the carpet as she walked through the living room, not afraid to run into anything in the darkness. She had memorized her house perfectly so she knew there was no furniture large enough to take up the space she had to move in.

Just as Emi reached the dining room her feet felt the cool tiles of the floor beneath her, she made her way along the wall toward the kitchen doorway. The sudden sound of her back door being slid open caused her to take a step back into the wall further. 

“Are they leaving now?” Emi thought to herself as she steadied her heart beat and slowed her breathing. In all of the darkness it was also so quiet in her house, so quiet because she needed to always be able to hear.

The dim light Emi had been following began to move out of the kitchen through the doorway to the yard. Emi took a breath and moved into the doorway to the kitchen to find the light was totally gone from her home now in the yard behind it. She moved through the doorway and into the kitchen, walking toward the now opened sliding glass door to her backyard. 

The sound of the wind through the trees caught Emi’s attention and for a moment she forgot what she was doing. She arrived at the doorway and paused, a bit confused about why she was standing there. Glancing around her backyard, Emi noticed the moon shining down on the forest and the open empty space of her yard.

Emi took a step outside onto the wooden porch, feeling the coolness of the wind on her skin as it blew her hair around. She felt sleepy now so she took a moment to gaze at the moon once more before she turned around to walk back inside of her house. Closing the sliding glass door, Emi then locked it and turned to walk back to her bedroom. 

Emi walked back through the kitchen, dining room, and living room before she paused at the bottom of the stairs. Her hand resting on the stairway railing, Emi turned to look at the path she had just walked. 

“Why did I come down here? Why do I feel so cautious?” Emi asked herself mentally, she didn’t hear anything or see anything so she turned back to the stairs and began to take them up to the next floor of the house. Once she reached the top of the stairs she walked toward her bedroom doorway and slipped inside the room. Emi pulled off the sweater she was wearing, looking at it confused as to why she would be going outside and dressed to go outside. Without shoes.

Shaking her sleepy head, Emi looked at the clock that read “3:45” before crawling up her bed toward the pillows where she collapsed. “I have got a long day ahead of me.” She thought as she allowed herself to fall into slumber.

“Tomorrow is only the beginning.”

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You and I and everyone we know can fly away

“Today is a new day.”

I think someone said that once for a good reason, but today does not feel right.

Do most days feel “right”?

My brain used to run and run through everything that I am sure your brain could run through.

Millions of thoughts, scenarios, possibilities. The ideas never seemed to end.

Or, that’s how it seemed. I am not sure when it stopped. The constant running of the mental faucet.

Perhaps it was when I finally was downloaded enough into the vessel I have here in the Gaia Matrix.

Regardless of when or how it happened, I know that my mind is quiet now. Almost too quiet in comparison to before. 

Being able to have no noise in my mind of my own creation or allowance I am able to see and hear more. 

Something somewhere clicked into place. My imagination is open to endless possibilities without the hooks holding onto any worries.

Freedom of my own mind. That’s how I feel most days. 

The thoughts and worries of the other vessels around me make it hard to focus on my imagination. 

I am trying to live what feels like a double life currently and I am on the brink of breaking myself free of the Gaia Matrix cage.

In agreement, we all are trapped here to be allowed to make this choice. To break free of the set up.

Here I am. A time traveler from the future. I am here to tell you my story and how you too are and will break free.

Let’s fly away.

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