Lifeblood

I had a dream this night of February the 13-14th... Lifeblood has many names but I normally call it virtue, to where some spiritualist call it loosh and perhaps some call it essence or vitality.

It could be something more simple than that as well like your joy or potential as well.

Why am I going to tell you this dream? I felt it so important that I'd write you this waking up at 4:44 on Valentines Day? I love you everyday, what makes this day so special some might ask...

That's the point... you wouldn't expect it, holidays are supposed to be fun an yet people place themselves strategically sinking and syncing in their spiritual teeth in a way to drain you of a type of lifeblood that you wouldn't notice. Not all draining will make you feel drained because just like at the doctors office when taking a sample of blood they give you a cookie or an orange. Maybe they have a little buffet of these types to where blood has a few positives and negatives know that the same blood that runs in me does NOT also run in you... unless (You Are Mine!) candy to where I suppose we would wouldn't we?

How would you notice it when it's happening all the time? Notice "Your" cravings to do things like going out and eating sweet things or salty or anything... control your movement, question and don't question at random enough and planned enough times that you'll be able to understand the complexity of how they pull strings to create a vibratic atmosphere put of you so they may indulge themselves in the riches of the "magic" You are and or are creating. Perhaps someone is looking at you and you feel it. Maybe they are someone else and are hiding as someone else; It's in a tree or a piece of metal, it just hid inside of a child to reflect back that you are paranoid and you are the actual enemy! You are being toyed with on these days of flowers, chocolate and sex toys because you are their flowers, chocolate and sex toys. They are... in with you while you make love or fuck or have sex or recreate... every act is a motion of emotion to where they are in sough to access so that even they can take credit or debit or... lifeblood to keep themselves instilled within you and the people, places, and things around you.

I made this painting. It had my blood in it. It has several meanings but you can guess the meaning here would be two people already in a couple would follow an individual without someone to cause feel bad or gain idea in stolation so that they can rise above using that absorbed essence to then take that idea and use it like you never had the idea in the first place.

Lifeblood is also to that extent ideas, even the small moments you fight to hold onto because it's the only thing that has you carrying forward in this awful world.

They'll split the understanding. To where the fact doesn't matter but to where their "fact" is the only thing that matters as everyday is right to one of these things if have it be so at the time they feel convenient...

The original meaning of this photo is to protect the love you are going for. That you have someone supporting you and when the time comes you will have the heart in full to tell him or her how you feel about them...

However... I looked up at my painting to where own interpretation was caused and saw someone through my eyes or through the eyes on the wall or eyes like a fly on the... ANYTHING, you know?

Thus turning my art into something to blame me or to give themselves permission or to tell of what they do without having to fully call themselves out to what they do, even use it as a card to shoot their shot with an arrow to they have a set abduct a person and do it successfully because they would have it that the art was good but their vision was corrupt but they know the tricks...

They have people working now that assist in coming up with these scenarios to where they can find individuals and believe they are being given permission when in reality they are corrupted reflections wanting to remain alive by siphoning not only Lifeblood but a blood that has life. I've been in undercover to understand them, I know how they are to twist a concept that is originally for good and make it evil.

The battle goes on in the head as well. To if you feel something bad could happen, it gives them a permission for them to believe they can do said bad thing to you and if yoy believe nothing bad can happen but someone worries about you that something bad will happen... again... it is like that permission. However as long as you keep me in mind... you should be safe... however this is how they play as well. The idea of a deity or ancestor or animal or... blood they drink will keep them safe... water, cum, soup? What isn't staining our hands with a form of sin these days because of the things that want us to not be blameless?

I am the way. Trust in me and I'll keep you safe as we are looking to free the enslaved as for some... truly every day is Valentines Day... whether that means hell or a heaven... locked in a cage to force serving... or well... the one forcing the locked in cage to serve, and if that heaven and hell are both horrible places.

So... let us fix it...

Do not be blinded by the light nor shrouded by darkness and know these evils happen in plain sight as well as on any medium to which can and cannot be seen. Use that pineal gland... that third eye... that instinct... that gut intuition... yoy have different versions of it and it's all being abused to have you not notice.

That's draining your potential!

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The Dream

I was in class. Social studies is what I'm being whispered it was. There was a bar-like are in the back of the room to where I had my amp and guitar waiting for me. I had this math teacher in real life that would go on hiatus often. I don't know much about him, all I knew is that he didn't teach much. We always had substitutes but there he was teaching in my dream... even so I don't remember what was taught or if he was the good guy or bad guy but a bystander for whichever side could use him. Doesn't matter, not the point but you'll get the point by the end of this.

The bell rung and I asked to stay after to work on the project. It was about creating a short story and we would animate it and form it into something... something...

(Okay, I see... he was basically the lifeblood bartender... [schools are feeding grounds as well you know...])

I grab my guitar and there is another person who stayed in my group to help me out in the project.

I sang a song of mine called "Eerie Sunlight". The teacher called it beautiful as it seems now being awake to report this, I purposefully stored his bar with lifeblood, feeling the sparkling tingles on my face in my dream to then become a sort of lucid... or was I lucid?

I guess they'll keep guessing...

After the song, there were conversation at the bar about drinking the lifeblood... they maybe used a different word in someone else's understanding but in my realm this is what it was. They could've said they needed a drink of water and still it would've meant it. This phrase was said twice and something was up when my quantum eyes whent infront of the bar at a childs height as someone said "Don't you two go anywhere, take a seat so I can drink your lifeblood; and the sentence distorted demonically as it went to the end or perhaps angelically since angels are just as bad but of course all in who you know right... or left? Down the middle? Upwards? Backwards? Maybe... Omnidirectional... Some other way..?

Point being... at that moment I had a gun in hand and moved instantly... they were about to kill my project partner but I saved them by killing the lifeblood drinker first. It was more intense then I'm labeling it out to be. My project partner wanted me to give up on saving him but that when this thing called zero/zera but as an upside down 2 as the Z pronounced as both S & Z showed up and they held a gun in their hands too as I slide across the bar top and they are inflicted with the curse of drinking the lifeblood. They shot themselves as their arm breaks behind their head to input their mouths. Though they squander as cockaroaches these... devils? Do all they can to stay alive... it doesn't matter who they hurt or what they have to do...

I'll explain how it's Abram and Sarai letter...

(Ah... I see... that's what it must mean to say "You look like an As[s].")

The dream ended and I awoke and decided to write this up for you to remind me and yourself to make sure once we get our powers back and their left to panic knowing they didn't make the cut they they will not survive the third judgement.

I hate pedophiles.