Black Barbed-wire worms, natives, and release.

I took quick nap yesterday. I was in some native american village…a town.\r\nI wandered around a short bit, but energetically everything was a blur, till\r\nI came to an open-market. The next thing I remember I was sitting on a blanket\r\nwith two younger men (brothers)…both doing crafts. One was making beautiful\r\nmoccasins, and I remember turning the way I was sitting so I could show him the\r\nones I wore. I said, “I made them”, although I merely manifested them in the moment.\r\nHe complimented them. The feeling overall was good…to be sitting with artists, watching\r\nthem create…felt ”perfect” for me.\r\n\r\nI can”t remember what happened from that point to the next, but the next thing I remember\r\nI was hunched down and pulling an ent from within me. I believe there was something about\r\nthe environment that ”intrigued” it…and it was peeking out from my mouth. Unconsciously, as\r\nI can”t help but do…I grabbed hold it and began pulling. There”s always that ”euphoric” release\r\nthat comes with pulling them out. One the other-hand (once outside me) it”s a very painful\r\nprocess to endure. Normally these ents/negs are like huge worms” sometimes slippery and\r\nsquid-like, sometimes like snakes….all various colors ranging from warm-tones of white, to muddy grays, and dark browns. This was on jet black, and looked exactly like barbed-wire.\r\nIt cut into my hands, and burned as if excreting a strong acid. There is always a massive\r\namount of electricity pulsing through these things, and grabbing hold of one is like grabbing\r\nbare, hot wires.\r\n\r\nThe first ent I pulled out was fairly easy. There was three in total. The Native men I”d been watching early, were now watching me…hunched over on my knees with a tight handful of\r\nthis twisted, black, barbed creature. I noticed that the men were younger now…in their teens.\r\nOne walked up to me and took the mass from my hands. He smiled at me, as if to say that he\r\nwas fit to take it, that he understood. I trusted him without thought…and he carried the ent\r\noff through the crowd of the market. Seconds later…as a I sat exhausted, another ent moved\r\nfrom my mouth…searching for the one that was missing. This one was even shorter…maybe\r\nthree feet. I grabbed it by the tail, as it floated out of my mouth; and quickly balled it up. The\r\nother boy wanting to help like his brother had…took the second ent and walked off through the crowd.\r\n\r\nSeconds later (again), the third ent moved out….this was the longest and most powerful. I was\r\npulling and yanking on it, but wondering more where the boys were going? I wanted to dispose\r\nof this one as well, so I needed to follow them…see what they knew. So, I”m keeping my eye on the second boy in the distance, weaving through crowds, down small lanes, and alleys, and yanking this thing from within me all at once. The first boy had been gone for awhile now, but the second boy walked up to a tavern/pub. I was a few hundred feet away. He stopped and something to the man guarding the door…then turned away sadly. I barely had the energy to\r\nmove, but I stumbled closer…wanting to catch up with the boy. At that time a man appeared from the crowd, and asked him if he was looking for his grandfather. The boy said ”yes”. He told him to return to the door…to wait to make eye-contact with his grandfather within; that they would not let him enter otherwise.\r\n\r\nI was steps from the door now, when the grandfather came out and saw me. The typical wise, medicine-man/grandfather…with all seeing-eyes. He drew a long blue glass pipe from nowhere, put one end in his mouth, and the other end in mine…and blew smoke into the space that the ent was coming from. This caused it to react strangely…it began twisting, and heaving…that caused me to start gagging, and heaving as if I was going to throw-up. I probably should have thrown up, but while all this was going on…I was very aware that I was laying on the livingroom couch.\r\nPlus, by now I was hardly asleep….with the exhaustion, and my roommate stomping around, and flipping channels on the television…I just couldn”t stay with it.\r\n\r\nI woke up on the third of fourth gag…with such disappointment. I did manage to keep holding on the thing. I refused to let go my grip, even once I was awake. And, I thanked them all for their service. There”s still always that strong voice inside (when I”m working these things out of me) that say”s…”you will die if they”re removed”. That”s a glitch that works to wake me up, and with all I understand…I can”t say whether that”s the truth or not. I just don”t know.\r\n\r\nI do know that there is that euphoric, absolutely clean, peaceful feeling that washes through me when one is being removed, but the thought is….”what is that feeling “worth” to me? death? :/\r\n\r\nOtherwise the worms within have been quite up till now, and I haven”t seen them in others as much. Not sure if they”re just laying low, or being permanently removed one-by-one?!? I did have a dream a few days back where I was standing in one of the infamous corridor systems that always looks to me like the worlds largest and most complex airports, but with no-windows.\r\nAnd millions upon millions of people were all ushering in one direction. Normally they”re all moving ever which way. I found something that looked like an information desk…and asked the women there what was going on. “A monumental event”, she said. She couldn”t tell me anymore then that. I kept trying to get more out of her, but she”d just smile. Then I got the strong feeling that all these ”souls” were being RELEASED…that they were going home. Everyone looked very happy, and excited. I asked her (carefully)…”are all these people going to the same place”? She smiled again. “Is it a good place”? She nodded, and said…”very good”.\r\n\r\nSo, being the recluse that I am…I haven”t noticed a change with the outside world, but I”m hoping that”s the case. That are large number of souls have been freed, and it will lend to some\r\nprogress here & now.

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