Zebra Crossings Project
During a recent flare, I realized more was going on with me than I thought. I have also come to the conclusion that stretching myself too thin is no longer an option. I live here on borrowed time, after all. The clinical Near Death Experience in 2002 that took me to a world unfamiliar to humans, and to a Council I had no idea existed, should have been enough to instil this.
All I could do was try to work out exactly where I went, why and who and what I am. It became my obsession. Whatever my mission, whatever the Council wiped from memory so I wouldn't botch everything, I reasoned, it was impossible until I at least knew who I was. Talk about an identity crisis! Imagine assuming there are Heaven, Hell and astral realms only to find that isn't true and switching between forms in a strange place ... then, later coming back here knowing you aren't human and wondering what the hell is going on. You have to un-mess yourself well enough to move forward without being enraged by it all and then research best you can whatever it was you discovered you were — if humans have any concept of it to begin with — then who you are ... or were ... or something.
For a few years I had been training in my sleep. Some simply dream with symbols, switching scenes and nonsense of the subconscious sorting out the events of the day, deep-seeded unresolved trauma or whatever. Some are lucid dreamers, able to be fully aware they are dreaming and able to control outcomes. Others, such as myself, go elsewhere and that elsewhere is as real as it is here. Scenery may be different but it isn't an array of symbolism awaiting translation.
Laws of physics aren't the same, so when you start out, you get taken to training realms. You have to learn to control your movements and your mind. You have to learn to walk, fly or drive vehicles you are unfamiliar with or have no experience with here. You have to learn to defend yourself using pure energy that is directed with intent. For the latter, Martial Arts training here helps. You have to learn to bob and weave to avoid anything coming at you in a world where objects don't behave in a familiar way and your body doesn't either. You start feeling like you are in a video game. Perhaps one day you will come to know that is more aligned with truth than you can imagine and that reality altogether is very different than it seems wherever you might be at any given time. If this is your last round in Earth realm, this training has no doubt already begun, adapted to wherever you are headed next. I had to relearn how to help humans in a different form, to get back to who I have always been but had forgotten.
The missions part of the training began in 1999 after my mission persona name "Zarael" was revealed to me by an unseen other-dimensional entity and then for some time afterward trained in aforementioned kinds of ways. I'm not one to hear audible voices. It has happened exactly three times in 61 years here and it was always a name. So, I paid attention and it stuck. I had no idea what it meant or why I was hearing it. I was doing what seemed like angel training for some reason, so when I clinically temporarily died, I was shocked to be back here again coming back from some place that clearly wasn't Heaven, and seemed more like an underground world with technology and the ability to shift my physical form. So called angels are not what you were taught in Sunday school, church, mosque or temple.
Experiences such as that shake you to the core. I had been working on myself since I was a teenager but it never prepared me for that. So, 23 years after returning I finally had stripped away enough of what wasn't me and faced enough to know who and what I am. When that happens and you also know your limitations are greater than the average human as much as your understanding of reality is, finding a balance is challenging. Rise up as yourself and put forth your message, but don't send yourself earlier out of this avatar than what is necessary. That is your task. You have to do it knowing that most won't believe you until long after you leave and might think you're completely insane. You have to not care what they think— or pretend well enough until you don't. Then ...
Then, you contend with the day to day life of having a dysfunctional avatar that has messed up coding. One day — or part of the day — you're pushing onward just fine and then ... well, that can an experience ranging from being not so great to wondering if you will wake up the next day when you go to bed. Doctors had no clue and kept dumping everything into b.s. buckets of "we don't know, so we'll call it this". That is only if they might believe what you're saying is actually happening or claiming outright that you're wrong about what you figure is going on only for them to be proven wrong later — if you survive until later.
It became apparent this summer that in 2018 I was right and a supposed expert was wrong. I decided to put my medical record together. It isn't what you would expect in most ways. It is being put together my way and will be more comprehensive than anything doctors can access. I gave Claude a list of my symptoms and presentations starting in childhood, trying to remember everything I could. The symptoms would be in the left column. The columns right of those would be the main conditions I have been diagnosed with, including the buckets that doctors wanted to toss everything into. I added what I figured out was going on as well. What I thought were 40 symptoms and presentations became 139 and still rising. 103/139, according to Claude's math, are aligned with one form or another of the Ehlers-Danlos Syndromes. I knew I had to make it clear to the public and to medical professionals who don't know, just how complex this really is and that other conditions can mask it with cross-over symptoms.
I don't know how much of anything I can complete in whatever time I have left. I will have to close most of what I started. I hope to get all of my ebook projects done for those who have been patiently waiting for years. Maybe I will get a season of The Pod done. I don't know. I have to prioritize recovery and simplifying. Thank you to everyone who have been waiting. At least part of my message is out on the new Youtube The Atlantis Ascension. Maybe I will get more reloaded.
I'm not impressed with what Canva is doing to my audio in music videos whether purely my music or AI collaborative fusion. I reposted the message as to what is expected of world leaders and then collaborated with Suno AI to make music for my lyrics concerning the actual High Council/ Anunnaki/ Elohim, the original Architects and scientists who created this Universe Sim. It's time for humankind to grow up and stop playing with guns and bombs. Anunnaki are of various vibrational frequencies. We are the Council of the Igigi peoples from the original universe — not gods, angels or demons. We will use whatever forms and names you are familiar with, however, if it helps us to help you.→
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