10-16-2016, 11:40 PM
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In my LBL... I had the best room - the walls and ceiling changed shape and color. I had a ufo toy that sensed my mood. I was reunited with my "pet". I had a science lab there. It was way underground. I had a train ride to get there that was absolutely thrilling! There are many projects I am working on there. I learned that I did not come here- a very, very, long way, because I wanted to. I made it clear during the session that my inordinately long (35,000 years) tour here was because of some kind of obligation due to a system of seniority where I am from. Somehow this made me feel better. Though my life is quite fair here- my sense of not being from earth began in early childhood. My response was "well what was I going to do, just sit around in this purple room while people need help? - and its not very long..."
What we are still not remembering when we are thusly nostalgic, is the urgency which took hold of us when we departed from there.
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![[Image: a14.jpg]](http://www.ufointernationalproject.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/04/a14.jpg)
In my LBL... I had the best room - the walls and ceiling changed shape and color. I had a ufo toy that sensed my mood. I was reunited with my "pet". I had a science lab there. It was way underground. I had a train ride to get there that was absolutely thrilling! There are many projects I am working on there. I learned that I did not come here- a very, very, long way, because I wanted to. I made it clear during the session that my inordinately long (35,000 years) tour here was because of some kind of obligation due to a system of seniority where I am from. Somehow this made me feel better. Though my life is quite fair here- my sense of not being from earth began in early childhood. My response was "well what was I going to do, just sit around in this purple room while people need help? - and its not very long..."
What we are still not remembering when we are thusly nostalgic, is the urgency which took hold of us when we departed from there.
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