FREQUENCIES TRAVELER SEPTEMBER 5-6, 2016 My day was all about Calamine... for irritation... for allowing the channeling of those who irritate.... Old fashioned remedy. I notice so many persons taking Benedryl these years. Many of them are those who are dealing with irritations and nerve distressors at the moment and cannot sleep because of it. Displaced persons, night workers and campers. People who are "bugged" in the old way: insect bites or allergies from plants and irritating people and situations. And, perhaps, those who are being attacked by remote technology or channeled entities. I notice that products containing Benedryl are very popular... a sign of the times or of the situation? 'Coming from a time direction other than the perceived norm,' the message read. Then, a little more to think about. This message read: 'It has been too long since the (sounds like: ONE) went under.' I think about one of the ancestral names. I begin my own writing: "Color... that which depends upon light." Thought speaks: "In a neutral field, one would believe..." "On high," Another one inserts. (Not "at the High," a referral to the art museum of that name, I think to myself.) "We reach beyond the immediate technologies," One telepathed or shared. "That which manipulates is of good use. We will be present at its disclosure," The telepathing or sharing continued. "Calling those... calling that... which is beyond the limited frequencies of the available types." I began. "Calling on the ones of that future passed. Higher than these... thieves," I felt the words almost more than I projected them. "The nature of that... between... and other. We find it a great mystery. Avenues are broken," Mind shared. "Still?" Another seemed to be well aware of this older message. "That projector inside my head must be removed. Light blocking," Did I sound authoritative enough. "Optic nerve has function," was the response. I wished at a later time that I had asked, "Whose optic nerve?" "Don't let it surround you. It takes great pains to comply, to acquiesce," was the apparent advice. Later, musing about many ideas I had heard, my mind went to: "The trap door is a joke? Masonic? (Havelteen, Hovel teen--sp?)," Where had I read this? Minds were joining the conversation. But it was not my topic at that moment. More than one set of circumstances leads to numerous minds and suggestions, not often connected to one another directly. "TBA -- the dark void," It said or wrote or both. "Again?" I thought to whomever this time. NEXT PAGE Copyright 2016-2022.Asha of Antares.Asha Ariel Aleia.All Rights Reserved. Background courtesy: Asha Ariel Aleia | |||||