FREQUENCIES TRAVELER Rosemary. Plant associated with remembering the past, including past lives and buried recent memory. Rosemary. A name I took as a Confirmation name in elementary school. Rosemary would be a guide or protectoress or whatever those ascended beings and saints did for you while here on Planet Earth. Rosemary. A professional Reader of the cards who lived in Pennsylvania in the 1970s. I met her when I was in my mid-twenties, twenty-six or twenty-five. It was my first professional reading, as I recall, and happened at a time of great change in my personal life. "Rosemary, plant of remembering... My memory takes diverse turns these days, thanks to high-tech and ancient ways, thieves, programs and programmers... behavior modification contractors? I find myself thinking protectively and selectively. At times, though, I find my thought processes have been dulled. I have a great deal to remember which conflicts with a desire to withhold it from paid thought thieves. My desire to seek truth resists being memory-manipulated away from that goal. 'Remember. But don't remember' while the thought thieves are tuned in. 'Remember. But don't be deceived' by planted false memories." "You have heard me reference 'dissolution of memory.' No doubt of its occurrence. I am encouraged by the humor of it. Not a mindless wonder or absent-minded old crone or dingbat after all. One would find enlightenment about mental health with this practice... this dissolution of memory... one must at least have had some memory to begin with... at the start... if only for the purpose of having something to dissolve." I see that you do understand me. "Are they my own personal memories or are they the memories of those many channeled beings who pass to and through me?" "Why would someone -- the government, maybe -- want to dissolve my own personal memories?" I ask you. "Are they retrieving planted memory or false memory or seeking to dissolve it all, including actual past events which I, or some other being, has experienced in some time frame or no-time framework." I am thinking and ideas are forming. "Channeling is something I do as a receiver and channel, often called a Psychic Medium. Experiencing the presence of others in spirit-form or remotely telepathed conversation is normal in my life. Moving these travelers or visitors through my energy field without holding on to them is usually sufficient to hear them and feel them, but to avoid containing then and whatever ails them. Total Hostile Possession is to be avoided. Without my permission due to special circumstance, this practice is labeled as hostile and can be as dangerous as a Home Invasion by hostile criminals, if not more so, even exponentially more dangerous." "Accumulating the memories of others who have shared them with me is usually going to see me consciously categorizing the memories and emotions or physical symptoms as that which 'belongs to others' and, when possible, I speak about them in the third person. When I am channeling, the being is choosing the lexicon. I have at times requested translation or a different lexicon be used. If I don't know which language the spirit uses, I write the word according to its sound. It would likely be unrecognizable as language to outsiders, unless I read it for them." "Losing my sense of distinct identity while housed in human form -- homo sapiens sapiens -- is not a fate I wanted to slip into without a prior decision on my part. Equally uncomfortable for me was the prospect of a separate human being -- or a conglomerate of them and their robots and worms -- taking over control of my mind and electromagnetic field at their will only. Cleansing or dissolving memory, whether it be my own, theirs or that of others (whenever contract/assignment/payday/grant money call for it?), against my will was completely unacceptable to me. Such behavior spoke to me of malevolence and agenda. Alternately, it spoke of experimentation by those amateurs who did not know what they were doing. Could they undo it, then, if it resulted in life threatening or spirit threatening events? Perhaps, as the professional, they should be seeking my guidance rather than forcing results, if they do not know what they are doing." "I am reminded about a conversation I had back in 2006. It was in Atlanta and the woman speaking to me was a nun. Regarding some horrendous behavior that we were witnessing, she began to say, out of habit, perhaps, "Remember: 'Forgive them, Lord, for they know not what they do.' She stopped herself and paused to say, 'NO. THEY KNOW EXACTLY WHAT THEY ARE DOING. I'm sorry.'" "All resistance on my part -- encouraged once one accepts human form -- conflicts with a part that is not really so uncomfortable with the comings and goings of beings/thought/apparent memory. What was 'apparent' to me when I was not encumbered by human flesh and blood -- not encumbered by mankind's confusion?" "'Apparent memory'... memory that appears or can be seen or leaves an emotional impression upon our mind. Flashbacks, old scenes, photos, the mind's eye. Felt... joy, pain, melancholia and empathy... Heard... or can be mute. Apparent memory... whose? Was my childhood really MY CHILDHOOD? Easiest to answer. Mostly. Why..." I ask again. "Why would anyone want my childhood memories altered or dissolved, if I have not requested it of them?" "Replacement?" You approach. "Spies and colonization? Perhaps. Creativity theft by those lacking original ideas? Maybe. Certainly can and does happen these days. But what I am remembering is beyond these daily ideas. Perhaps a higher being connecting or beings from vastly different levels who are in communication with each other for co-creation or game playing or other-world uses...?" Another thought. "Sometimes. But that would be sharing... imparting... or give-and-take. Not taking only. And dissolving memory? Hiding something? Or... making room for new storage?... Or a new application that does not require the prior knowledge which gets in the way?" The thought hangs until later. Father. Earthly father, Marvin, deceased at 46 years old. Father. The other one. From where came that memory and imagery? Apparent memory? Undissolved memory? Stolen memory? Replaced memory? "When one was once (I speak in past tense now deliberately.)... When one was once a traveler and carried ancient and future memory of other self and other places, would an agent or secret society have desired to access and examine it... or destroy it? Would they be recognized, these memories now in the mind?" "My memory is quite certain that it, my memory, that is, existed. Am I self-screening or being blocked at times? Being used? By whom, in particular. Beyond the usual spies and thieves..." "What good purpose will remembering serve?" Someone asks. "One can just as easily ask what good purpose forgetting serves." I reply. "I separate my memories and categorize them, as you know... legitimate ones versus questionable ones is an example." "You know a little something," the man had said.... or words to that effect. He showed me a Masonic Ring, Number 32, was it not? I have forgotten. .. 432 Hz... Another number with 32. Wasn't O.J. Simpson's sport's team number 32? The Simpson case had been another huge scandal in the recent quarter century. This is Trivia about numbers Number 32 on a Mason's Ring implied that he had attained that level, a high level. "You know a little something," he had said to me that day, a day in which I could not have looked more different than my 'normal' self if I had planned it. Vanity wanted me to crawl under the table as I saw the demeaning looks of strangers. But my background reminded me that, if I DID know a little something, he would know what my usual appearance and lifestyle had been. It should not matter to those IN THE KNOW. The others, well, they could think that I was a bum, vagrant, or spy. What did they know? So I stayed in view. No hiding under the table that day. Upon leaving the white-tableclothed McDonald's Restaurant in Buckhead, another man, younger, glared at me as if I had done something wrong or was a reprobate or fraud. Why were they so interested in watching the actions of a woman coming into a restaurant to eat or drink and leave? Where would be the big headline? (Okay, my appearance...could have been scary..., but with a war on, come on...)" "Knowing. Not just 'remembering.' Knowing. Personality, knowledge, memory... human-ONLY traits? He had given me a key ring sized mirror for looking behind me... rear-view ... his invention, if I remember correctly... Light-being-ness. I remember, see, feel." "If they seek memory... if they, as they have stated, those who use espionage frequencies... if they want to imprison me completely, to hold me here on Planet Earth... or at some fixed-frequency locale, what is their hope? Beyond the attempt to capture my electromagnetic self, my spirit/ghost self, body-mind-spirit... alma-soul also!... what then? Hold it forever? Attempt to approach life-after-death for some? Prolong Earthly life?" "Planet Earth, the Stage, the SMART-Box, the Virtual Reality Experience advanced, the XBox, a real Ethernet, a game, a pretense, a dream? Wanting to create an illusion or manifest reality from creative imagination and memory? When answers are already known, what is the benefit of surfing radio frequencies? Boredom?" "Trapped beings, other than myself. Trapped beings, apparently in times prior to my experience this time, existed. 'You know a little something' he had said... Knowledge ...Memory ...Storing a little something in the memory banks. As I remember..." "Hearing the voices of Angels on high... messengers many... I enjoyed higher frequencies... as I remember." "'Fall on your knees. Oh, hear the Angels' voices.' 'Row, Row, Row your boat... gently down the stream.' ...'Merrily'......'Life is but a Dream.'" NEXT PAGE Copyright 2016-2022.Asha of Antares.Asha Ariel Aleia.All Rights Reserved. Background courtesy: Asha Ariel Aleia | |||||