IN MY OTHER LIFE…I''M A CRAZY, JEWISH, TEENAGE MERMAID!

Not sure how many times I”ve mentioned my underwater experiences? They first began while living at the beach…spending a lot of time in & on the ocean. That”s when I met the Sea Witch (Queen of the Sea). In the beginning I was always escorted by glowing, white, crystalline beings…I guess some would call them Angels, but…more they”re extraterrestrial, alien looking beings. Tall, and thin, and hard to see behind the light. Out of body they”d fly me long distances, across vast bodies of water to a certain destination…where we”d then descend beneath the waves to the very bottom of the ocean floor where there were sunken cities. What ”appeared” to be sunken anyway, bcuz cities aren”t built underwater…………….right?\r\n\r\nI”d be sent down in an elevator. The light-beings didn”t go any further. In the undersea complex I was sent through workshops, lectures, and initiations…unfortunately most of these I don”t remember. I don”t think I”m allowed to at this time. One thing I can attest to…even with current events…is I”m the only adult present. I”m always surrounded by a host of children. These places seem to schools of some sort. They”re taking all the children out of body, and training them for something. I don”t know what. Something far more together then what humans are teaching their kids anyway! I know that.\r\n\r\nThat went on for several years, even after I moved away from the beach. The next phase I was allowed more behind the scenes…sorta speak…into the areas where the adults worked. The big thing in these underwater complexes is WORK. That was made very clear to me. Work is done round the clock…as they seem to be on a very strict deadline of some sort…they”re in “countdown” mode, and there”s no time to waste. It”s all very intense, but an incredibly smooth operation. If I wasn”t aware of being underwater…it looks no different then the space complexes I”ve been in, both in this dimension/density and others. They”re all pretty much the same. Sadly, I can”t really describe it, or say what it”s about. Lots of “monitoring” & “calculating” is the best I can sum it up. There”s no production of anything of that”s any help? (This doesn”t include what I call the Black-Op, military-industrial complexes. I can always tell them, bcuz there is a lot of production & experimentation going on. Always!)\r\n\r\nWhen I say complexes…one shouldn”t get the idea that I mean something like office buildings or underground bunkers. Maybe it would be better to say “Cities”…they”re massive beyond belief!\r\n\r\nAnyway…things changed up again. For about a year now…the escorts have been SHARKS. :P\r\nI had a hard time with that one! I”ve been messed up about sharks ever since my mom took me to see Jaws as a kid. Couldn”t even get me in a fresh water lake (or a pool) after that!\r\nI love sharks though…completely majestic beings. So, I started having all these water dreams. I come into my astral body flying over the most gorgeous aqua blue water…and then float down into it like a sitting duck. And…sure as shit a shark comes along. Now, in the beginning…this would be where I”d wake myself up. It took me weeks of focus to totally give in to the situation.\r\nThat was the shocker. There”s always a shocking point in every situation…and strangely enough…it”s always the same. When you stop fighting back or running away….everything is completely different then you thought it was! But………I had to be get myself to a point where i was WILLING to be eaten, before I found that out (yet again!).\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nI don”t know…maybe it helped that I began saying over and over again, “I”m a friend of the Sea Witch! I”m a friend of the Sea Witch!” Obviously…I thought it would help as they were bearing down on me with their razor teeth. They didn”t bite through. The took me, as any mother with razor teeth might work to pick up her young. Gingerly at best. Still…let me tell you…sharks are no-nonsense!!! If they want to eat you they will. If they want to pick you up and carry you off for a lesson…they”ll do that too. No ifs, ands, or buts!!! The first time I just keep focused on relaxing, having no clue where I was headed, or what my destiny was. The sharks don”t use the elevator; they use tunnel passages. Same idea though….down, down, down…and the water gets colder and colder, and darker. But not like ”abyss” dark…wherever these entrances are…they aren”t that deep. I can still see stuff. The sharks always take their time lining me up at the entrance. The tunnel is only wide enough for one being to fit through in line. I just lay there letting them do whatever they want with me. They get me by the feet and push me with their nose through the long passage that always opens up into a waiting room. Then they zip around and leave the way they came.\r\n\r\nI”m eventually retrieved and toured around the complex, or take a workshop or test of some sort. As I mentioned earlier…the information (a la download) is kept in a blocked area I don”t have access to (yet). Anyway…this has been going on (with shark delivery) for about a year now.\r\n\r\nThis afternoon during a nap. I was shark escorted again to the undersea complex, and I was very good at remaining calm. Sometimes I wake up cuz the sharks are a little too aggressive, sometimes bcuz the tunnels are a little too tight, and sometimes bcuz I just get a bad feeling. A few times I have ended up in other sorts of undersea places that appear familiar at first, and then turn out to be like the ”bad guys”. So, I”m always aware…cautious, but focused on staying calm till the very last minute. This time I came into the waiting area and there were children lined up all around the wall of the cave/room. They weren”t human children though. Different, smaller…more Imp like with big eyes, and dark tan skin. They all began chanting my name…”Kim, Kim…Kim, Kim”….this was very strange to say the least.\r\n\r\nI was moving round the center of the room in a counter-clockwise direction, caught in some sort of current. The kids cheered when I moved past each one of them…like I was a prize that was going to stop on their spot. I finally settled, and pulled myself up the shelf that the children were sitting on. The two kids on either side of me seemed very happy. The one in particular, to my left. He/she…went on a little about how special this moment was, how special I was to be chosen for this position, etc. I still had no clue what was going on.\r\n\r\nTo make a long story short (and I need to note that I was moving back and forth by this point from being fully awake to fully astral (or ”other”)…which makes it extremely hard to operate. It”s easy to pop back and forth from one body to another…it”s not always easy to adjust visuals & audio…so I miss out on some details here & there. A group of elders entered the area, and all the kids got real quiet & upright. They looked like the three wise men. The one in the center wore one of those pope/fish head type hats, and carried a staff that I didn”t get a good look at the details of.\r\nHe floated up, and examined me slowly. He said something to me that I missed…when I came back into body he was asking me if I understood and was accepting of the position? ๐Ÿ˜• (SHIT…wha?) I must have looked like an idiot…”yes, no, yes, no…wait….um. I don”t know”. I”m too cautious to just say yes…bcuz I”m not into sealing my fate when I”ve missed the outline of it. And, I”m too into ”doing the work” to say no. I really, really want to be part of getting things back online & together…and I don”t want to miss the opportunity to do great work.\r\n\r\nI tried my best to explain that I couldn”t hear him…that I”d missed something. Seems reasonable since I”m underwater. He looked more then a little concerned. Sort of got the feeling that he was thinking, “Is this it? This is the chick that”s been chosen?” :/ All I could think to do was hug him. Now that I think about it, maybe that was foolish…since he could have been one of those High-Rabbi guys that isn”t suppose to be touched by women?!? Must have worked a little, since he hugged back, and the next thing I knew I was being led down the halls of the complex. I felt very noobish. I still really get off on breathing underwater, despite it being routine. Like a kid in an amusement park I was looking at everything and not really taking anything in. In awe as always. The little guy that was sitting beside me on the ledge was my ”buddy”…the elders exited at one point, and I continued on with him/her down the halls passing many classrooms. All the walls were clear/glass so you could see everything going on….was pretty neat. Buddy leaned over to me and laughed about the procession behind us. He made a joke…something like “lobster line” or something…when I turned to look behind me…there was a whole line of kids following us. Probably a hundred. We walked a bit longer, and while I followed (for the first time that I remember)…I thought about the breathing thing more. I reached up and felt behind my ear, and there were gills! Not pronounced, but I could feel them flutter as I breathed. I could feel the cool water rushing in…to my warm interior, and it was a really nice feeling. Calming.\r\n\r\nWe made our way to a class room. Buddy led me to a double desk and we sat down. Buddy handed me a book…it felt like chemistry, but different. I couldn”t make out the symbols or writing, but…the feeling was like chemistry, geometry, and history all rolled into one.\r\nSo, I”m sitting there as the teacher walks to the front of the class and begins the lesson…and I”m thinking….”this is really stupid…cuz I”m gonna suck at this!”\r\nMaybe I was just suppose to be a “visitor”, but I immediately regressed back to high-school and got stupid/nervous!\r\n\r\nIt was weird cuz the teacher looked really Jewish as well. I couldn”t figure that out. (Everyone except the initial children in the waiting area were human btw). The teacher was a handsome man, in his forties maybe…short, curly brown hair, mustache, and trimmed beard. Glasses…very academic looking. Very serious acting. While all the kids were getting out their books…I noticed I had on a strange skirt. Weird as it sounds…it looked & felt like it was made out of seaweed. I also noted that the two boys sitting in front of me were staring sort of gock-eyed. Then I realized I didn”t have a top on! ๐Ÿ˜• That took me a little by surprise! I have large boobs, but…underwater………..well, they”re floatier & magnified. ๐Ÿ˜› I don”t know………everyone else had clothes on!!! ”Cept me! Guess cuz I”m “special“. Anyway…the teacher didn”t respond to me being in his class (at first), then as the children went about reading…he casually made his way over to me, and said something (that again I missed)!!!\r\n(SHIT) :/ In order to explain myself, and maybe to gain some insight…I leaned over and whispered to him something that he didn”t seem to appreciate the scope of….\r\n\r\n…”I”m dreaming. I”m not really here if that makes sense”. (I thought it would)…he squinted at me through his glasses. “I live on the land…up there. I”m here out of body”. He didn”t like it for some reason. He laughed at me and said I was talking crazy. Right…..I”m the only adult in an underwater class of Hebrew mer-people, and I”m naked!!! Oh…and I”m crazy!?!\r\n\r\nAnd…….my reaction was strange. I bolted up like an emo teenage girl that”s completely mocked and misunderstood…and I stormed out of the class. No one followed me. I”m marching (topless) back down the halls, and thinking how maybe things weren”t exactly the way I was ”seeing” them. I tried to find some reflection to back up this new idea that I was actually sharing space & consciousness with another person. A girl. Couldn”t find anything to view myself in. And…there”s a problem I find with mirrors in the astral…they aren”t all that safe or predictive. Mirrors are highly, highly strange & magical things! Anyway…that”s what I think was going on. It was me, but it was also seeing through someone else. I”m rethinking a lot of experiences and seeing that that”s most likely been the case with a lot of them. Some random body acting as a receiving vessel for hands-on astral experience. Thinking this is most likely a huge factor here……………with all the attachment and obsession things that are going on…sharing bodies with ”others” and all that.\r\n\r\nAnyway…think I”ll leave that hypothesis for another post.\r\n\r\nThe last part of the dream/experience…I stopped into a portion of the complex that was like the lower level of a mall. Sort of like a gift shop. There were two younger girls over in the book section that were whispering secretly about something. I approached to see that one of them had a plastic pump type bottle of Revlon foundation. (strangeness!) She didn”t know what it was, and she couldn”t read the packaging. She didn”t have a clue…so I walked up an in an attempt to fit in or maybe prove that I knew something about something. Note: I was still under the influence of the teenager I was in. I asked for the bottle, removed the cap and pumped out a small blob in my palm. They still looked confused till I rubbed an uncommon amount on my cheeks, and then…with my hands on my hips…overacted being “beautiful”. The girls laughed…putting me somehow at ease. But, while I was hamming it up the girls were pumping!!! Next thing I knew there was this floating mess of thread-like, liquid blush streaming through the air…er, water!\r\nThere was no way to contain it, or round it up. We were all trying desperately to get it contained.\r\nThen…out of nowhere two boys appeared. Immediately we”re all “stupid”! One boy grabbed the bottle from the young girl and examined it with great disappointment. I stepped up to take the blame & defend myself.\r\n\r\nI couldn”t do it though. The boy that was holding the bottle meant something to me. Highly-charged, soul-mate feeling…so much so I couldn”t speak. Neither could he. We just stared into each others eyes for the longest time. Literally LOST in one another. The whole situation froze and we drifted off into each other. He was a brilliantly beautiful boy! And…odd as it seemed to me (being underwater and all)………with the most amazing, green cat eyes!!!\r\nSuper-intense enough to fully wake me up..with my heart pounding.\r\n\r\n\r\nThe End. :/\r\n

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