Article - Laura Knight-Jadczyk
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Chapter 13
Of course, by the time we knew her, all that was in the past. She had long been disassociated with them, had gone to school to become a massage therapist and had become actively involved in the local metaphysical community. She had experienced an "awakening" and "conversion," and her declared form of service was to be a part of our group. But still, as Frank pointed out, she could talk about mayhem and even murder in the most disconnected way imaginable. It was as though she had no emotion about it at all! This was VERY disturbing. Frank pointed out how on the several occasions when he had asked her questions about her experiences, rather than seeing them as dreadful, she talked and laughed about some of them, and she never seemed reluctant to talk about it at all! Frank drove home the point that this simply did NOT mesh with her "reformed" persona. How could someone decry the extermination of roaches, and pass off the murder of human beings as though it were nothing? I had no answer. But Frank did. He was convinced that this was the root of any problems with the group. It was S** who was to blame for attitudes, atmosphere, strange connections that are too numerous to describe. But, most of all, it was now clear that this was the reason the Cassiopaeans would not be as forthcoming in her presence as they had formerly been. It also explained the reason they had changed the subject when I was talking about the Coral Castle and, instead, brought up the fact that S**'s background was unusual... all were clues for me to pick up on, designed to not violate my free will. And exactly like the guy in Pam's shop, no sooner had we discussed it, than something manifested to "explain" it or counteract what we were thinking and talking about. During the trip up to Gulf Breeze, all of a sudden, S** was a literal bundle of emotions. She more than made up for all the emotions she had never displayed before all in a three day period. It was as though she had been able to hear our thoughts and was now counter-acting them. The thing that never, ever occurred to me at the time was the fact that Frank was the only one who was physically present at each conversation, following which the "Matrix" did its little two-step shift. Tom French and Cherie Diez met us in Gulf Breeze for the conference. When we arrived after a trip that was probably more exhausting than driving up in the van would have been, we settled in our rooms and went looking for Tom and Cherie. There was a bulletin board in the hotel lobby where Tom had left a message for a rendezvous, and we made our way to the vendors to unload a stack of magazines to our friend who promised to distribute them. Having done that, we attended a few lectures, met Tom and Cherie for lunch, attended a couple more lectures with Tom and Cherie, and at the end of the day, everyone went out on the beach for a "UFO watch." I have read that people who have visited all the most famous beaches in the world say that the beaches along the Florida panhandle are the finest in the world. I have to agree. They are absolutely gorgeous. But, no UFOs showed up, and we finally retired for the evening, Frank to his private room, and S** and myself to our shared double room. I was soon asleep. And then, the dream. I dreamed that there was someone far away, in a room full of people who were planning to do something to harm him, only he didn't know it. I tried to get his attention and signaled that he should meet me in the next room. He followed me in there and I told him that I was afraid for his safety. He told me not to worry, that he would be all right, and that I should go back home and wait for him because as soon as he could make the arrangements and extricate himself from this danger, he would come to me. And then he kissed me. I couldn't see his face clearly, but I most definitely felt that kiss. The only thing I can say about it is that it was like being Sleeping Beauty and being kissed by the Prince, because I WOKE UP. Not just figuratively, but literally, too. I woke up and sat bolt upright in bed with the sensation of having been kissed still on my lips. I stared around the unfamiliar hotel room in bewilderment and heard S** snoring lightly. I reached up to touch my lips with my fingers as if by doing so I could detect some trace of who had kissed me. But there was nothing, no clue. Just an incredible feeling that something amazing had just happened. I laid back down and went back to sleep. I dreamed again. This time, I was with the man who had kissed me, though again, I couldn't see his face. In the dream, my then husband came to me to ask me to come back to him, and this other man put his arms around me protectively and said: "She belongs to me. She always belonged to me. You were supposed to protect her until I came, and all you did was hurt her. Now go!" At breakfast I shared the dream with S** and Frank, and later told it to Tom and Cherie. I still had the sensation on my lips of having been kissed. The flight back was a real doozie. We went through a major thunderstorm that there was no way to fly under, over or around. We just had to brace ourselves and the plane bucked like a bronco. I had to laugh because this was only the third time I had ever been on a plane in my life, and Frank had spent hours before the trip recounting all his memorable flights and how much he loved to fly. And now, he was popping motion sickness pills, looking as green as a tree frog, and I was having the time of my life. Curiously, S**, who had been so terrified of getting on a plane on the trip up to Gulf Breeze, just slept through the whole thing. And lest you think I am exaggerating, at the end of the flight, even the Captain was green as he stood there shaking everybody's hand on their way out. They were all thanking him for still being alive! After we were back from the trip, V** came over and we decided to ask about this situation since she was there to take notes. After the end of the session, I read over the notes quickly, and noted that, in response to my acquiescence to the idea that S** was a positive being exactly as the C's were saying,, the C's had said: "Suggest you look before you leap. All can be wrong in their quick judgments, whether the result be acceptance or rejection. All is not as it seems... Remember, those that come into your group, or your circle of influence can be different than you think." I realized suddenly that their "high praise" of S** had been so exaggerated that I was supposed to catch the fact that the truth was the exact opposite of what the C's were saying. I knew that I was so uncomfortable with the situation that I simply wanted to find a way to bring our association to an end amicably and without any ugly confrontations. With those thoughts firmly in mind, I asked for the C's to come back and comment.
Apparently, I had "passed the test." But there were so many more yet to come! I was beginning to get the idea that there was a lot being said to me that required study and contemplation. Obviously, getting the truth through the Matrix was not so easy. I was beginning to feel like a spy in enemy territory needing to decode messages that were double and triply encoded. And it was Vital to succeed.
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