The beginning of this I guess you could call it started with a four day download. Now there is much more detail to this that I won't bore you with, but I have to get this part out in the open for you to see how it connects the dots to what I found last night.
I believe I mentioned in the beginning that the word "Ptah" set it all off. Prior to that I also mentioned I had no awareness of anything remotely Egyptian. For four days information was coming into my awareness in the form of block pixels...when that started so did the lines on my hands. This is an important part. I have around 280 photos last count of various lines on my hands some darker than others some pin point. some parallel lines as in two going the same direction. And the first impression I got and was validated by another who had some experience saw a "Druid" connection to the lines as symbols...or partial symbols.
Now as time went on I figured out and validated lots of parallel to what I was seeing and the energy signatures given were accurate but something was missing in part that I questioned..but did not feel was all that important. I figured the lines on my hands were a stressor mark of some sort. Residual memory. And in fact that is the case for the better part. But I never connected it in a validating sort of way.
I knew about the past in Scotland and the Egyptian connection. The stone of Destiny being brought here by Queen Scota and the flag she hoisted with the staff of Moses painted on it. But did not have a solid foundation to connect it other than I knew I was following the back engineered technology brought from Egypt to Scotland. Until last night I never even saw a picture of the Stone of Destiny....I was just made aware of the connection to my being there in Scotland at that time.
I have to say I've run into about seven people that are involved in this scene and I've met them in this current life stream as in the now. For example. I've met the boy I was going to heal and thought had died when I was plunging to my death. In fact he did not die. He lived and was deeply disturbed at my death and the connection I had to his father..not as his mother..but mistress. You see the boy had a horrible self centered mother who was far form being a fit mother...and I was his best friend. He looked up to me and knew of my association to his father. When he heard of my death he went mental and being from a somewhat royal lineage he waged war with another clan he figured was responsible for my death...along with his father. Now as far as I know I don't have any healing abilities now..but my hands were important for a reason. Which you'll see in another post coming up.
Now the "beginning"...the primer. The three wavy lines. just a week or so ago I saw them as a "primer". But I had seen them before. Which I will explain in another post. Just know that the three wavy lines were not "new" to me....just the association as a primer was brought to my awareness this month. I believe it was the ninth of this month as I started back doing my sessions after a break I took.
To recount. The lines on my hands are important here and the Stone of Destiny. The staff on the flag of Queen Scota plays a part here as well to what I discovered last night.
Now what I've not told you here is that the day of the ritual was also the day of my death in Egypt. I was brought to Egypt form Atlantis for a reason. My association to the disc technology. I knew this..but it was not until last night I was made aware of exactly how...other than I was made aware of a genetic disposition and connection to the discs and where they are from. The expedition and it's demise. I played a part in seeing that they were successfully returned where they belonged. But there was something I could not connect until last night.
Ive noted to you that the technology in this room and the ritual was back engineered. Even the chair was a back engineered version. As I've explained that I've used one of the original ones to sit in and create a vortex of rose color and gold specs. That chair was much different than the back engineered one. I did not realized how much until last night. I just assumed it was operationally the same. It was not. This part will interest you in the coming post as it involves your black ship heavily I believe. In fact I believe the white ship you view is the chair. I may be incorrect in this thinking... but when you see what I've discovered you may see a similarity.
I've closely read what you've written and see many parallels in fact. So keep an open mind here and allow me to expalain.
The night of the ritual...I was forced to participate in this ritual. Otherwise they would kill my family which they had in custody. They also promised to kill my lover. So I went along with it to protect them. I knew and had seen the abomination they would try to create genetically and I assumed they needed my assistance in this field..as that was after all my field. I assumed wrong. You see they tried to assimilate what we were doing with the original discs and made the most horrific mistakes..and the pain they were creating in these things they were creating was extreme. Now you ask why I stayed after the discs were gone. Well it was not my plan to stay long...in fact I had an exit plan in the ready. But they found out and held my family hostage and my lover. They needed me. I found out exactly why last night. This has always been a question in my mind but until now I simply rationalized it.
After the ritual which was not creating an abomination but another use entirely....I went to my room. I had a friend watching over me sent by my lover for that very reason and he gave me a dagger to protect myself. He kept close watch over me in the absence of my lover who was in fact in another country. He came to me after the ritual to see how I was and he reported in fact that they had lied and actually killed my lover. At this point he went to get me something to relax me as I was in shock from not only the ritual but the news of his death. When he came back I was standing in the middle of the room and had a stab wound in my abdomen, blood dripping down to the floor and the dagger on the floor next to me. He called for help and it created a real stir. The one in charge of the ritual and in power at the time...came storming in. He was furious. He was Ptah. Not a god..but to be presumed as such based on the "magic" and powers he possessed. He had me dragged out of the room and down several corridors to an area where there was a snake pit. He yelled at me told me I could have had the world...then threw me in the pit. He finished me off.
Okay then...now you can see why the emotional attachments I had to over come to see what was going on. Why I was stuck in that damned room. Now I'm actually fine....so no concerns with the emotional attachments. I must confess I was a bit concerned last night when I started but it was actually quite easy to disconnect with the emotional and inspect the operational surroundings better. This is the short version. I can actually provide lots of validation to this story as well as when I first became aware of it..I actually thought I was losing my mind. But the more I worked on it the more validations I got. Particularly when I finally decided to do a study on this ancient Egyptian past and so called "myth". Why the science of it is actually proof...I've been shown things I had no idea existed genetically, atomically and mythical based facts that are simply to coincidental to ignore.
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