This message is for two specific people, who I KNOW will be reading this. Rene Northern and Marissa Brooks. Before we had our emergency meeting today, I asked the Tribe what to expect. Honestly? I half-expected to be fired. But, the Tribe said I wouldn’t be fired, I would quit when the time came. (For context: I missed the past two days of work because the Tribe told me to call in. I blamed my hernia, which does hurt, but is not the reason why I called in. I called because the Tribe told me to. Otherwise, I just push through the pain.)
But, as they told me to miss the last two days and work on building my business, that put me very close to being at termination level for attendance. I don’t care at all. If the Tribe says get myself fired, I will do so. I literally got walked into this fucking job. I get walked into all the money I make. My guides promised me that I would never be as low as I was last year again. They have kept their word. So, I don’t worry about these sort of things. Nevertheless, I was curious, with a meeting to speak with me about my attendance, would I be shown the door early? I already have alternatives lined up. So, is it time to split?
Well, the Tribe gives me this card read just before the meeting. Rene, Marissa, you see the time stamp. That’s in Pacific time, so you know this was before our meeting for sure. I’m pretty sure I don’t need to spell out the content of our meeting when you look at the first card right? Pretty fucking creepy, huh? (We talked about setting me up with medical leave so I can get help with my hernia, instead of them firing me.).
The Clinic is obvious. I’ll be needing to go to one to have the doctor look at my hernia. But, notice the definition. “How far will she go to save her child?” Now, look at the start of the next card definition. “Last ditch effort to save his career.”. So, when I see this, I understand that when I go into the meeting, instead of being fired, you two are going to work to try and save my career and stop me from leaving. This is why there are two people with the man on the plate. Two coaches helping his career. Two people trying to help me get set up with FMLA for my hernia, which needs surgery.
Welcome to my world, ladies. Because you two, looking at that screenshot KNOW what our conversation was and KNOW that read happened before it. No more guessing or wondering. You now KNOW.
(I don’t mean to sound ungrateful, but…you know I’m not destined to stay there for long. I’m suprised I’ve been there 5 months, TBH. But, I do appreciate the gesture, primarily because the Tribe put this together so I could specifically know you’re not my enemies. I want to know who is and who is not. I need to differentiate. But, there is no question about whether or not you two are allies. Rene, tell me…what were you wearing during our meeting today?
Again, you can check the time stamps. This is AFTER our meeting. You see those kids there? What happened during our meeting? I already know why he appeared on camera. Yes, he was in the car. And, because I wanted to be sure it was the boy, this read is that. Look at the last card. Kids, woman in red, inside of a car. You are definitely the woman and child I saw in the car in that vision. (For those not involved, it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know she had on a red outfit, right? Which looked very nice. This was a solo meeting with all the focus on me, so I couldn’t sneak a picture, but she knows what she had on.)
And so, this is just another thing that is happening that is helping me to understand the truth. I do know, yall. The question is how do you know me? You know, I realized that Jevohsha Brightwell was the woman who used to visit me in my OBEs as a child when I was lonely. She had on the same red jacket that she wore at Peloton. That memory was taken from me until recently. How does an imaginary friend from a child’s visions become real and sit on the same row with that child as an adult? And how the FUCK could I sit there the entire time and not realize it?
I’m waking up in a simulation.
Ya’ll have to be my people. This makes no sense otherwise. Well, it makes no difference what I know or don’t know. It’ll all work out how it’s supposed to. I’ve walked through too many dreams and OBEs and seen them come to pass to doubt it. Everything must come to pass. And so, I will be in that car, whether I like it or not. Although, it’s probably metaphorical. She can’t have three kids and then that kid still be the same size and age. But, if we’re meant to be road dogs, it shall be so.
I still hate the call volume. I’m still leaving. But, both of ya’ll holla at your girl when you see me. We can get to know each other in the future. If the Tribe says you’re made? You’re Made.
Peace.
A GLIMPSE INTO THE HIVEMIND…
“Hmmm…I feel like I need to get a thumbnail from pixabay, as opposed to just using one of the in-article photos. What should I look up?”
“Hearts.”
“That’s a bit much, don’t you think?”
“Definitely use hearts.”.
“Okay, if you say so. But, I’m going to do a read first, just to be sure.”
Alright, I need to chill. It’s my simulation, and I can do whatever I want, really. Plus, I’m about to leave anyway, does it really matter?
(Goes to grab whatever heart photo I’m being led to. I’m scrolling down.)
“Look.”.
“No fucking way…”
(30 minutes pass and the high wears off.)
“Are you sure I should do this? What if they really are enemies? What if this is like some MK Ultra shit they’re trying to pull because they know I’m about to leave? These are strangers! They don’t fucking know me. I’m tripping. I don’t know them. Just cause some of them might not be opps doesn’t mean you just invite random ass niggas. You can’t trust motherfuckers, what is ya’ll doing?”.
“Just…shut the fuck up and do a read.”
And that is how you end up with a heart for the thumbnail.
And this is how almost all decisions are made amongst the Tribe. I keep thinking about Legion. It’s so much like that. But, if only you could understand the symmetry of thought between so many minds. It can be overwhelming at times, especially when we’re not on the same page. But, there are so many beings in my head, and they all move as a unit. One of these days I will tell you the shit I can really do. I wouldn’t trade this for the world.
So, as I said, if the Tribe says it’s all love, then it’s all love.
Peace.
Still leaving. Apologies. But, the stone keeps rolling. You can come along for the ride, though.
PS: “Alright, I’m about to post this, are you SURE, sure?”
You’ll excuse us if we handle our family affairs a bit differently than you humans do. We’re not from around these parts…
Yeah. Welcome to my world, indeed. For the record, future self, try to remember Crystal and the 2 of hearts, when you come back to this down the line.