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Content warning! Thar be floaters.

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The following accounts are to supply understanding for what the giraffe-necked creepazoid Reptilian shape-wearers (they seem to shift, not so, will describe that with “Reptilians in a Car” post) are doing with their "phone home" finger up a person's a-hole.

As will be detailed more thoroughly in my thread “Alien Home Invasion”.

 

In the summer of 1976/77 at age 5, one afternoon I went to relieve my bladder and at lifting the lid of toilet saw a log of fecal matter in the pool, with some red under it.

Was my sister's unflushed poo (looked at it due to flare of auric-paint with accompanying menses) had her energy, a little of her presence still on it.

Like a bunch of flowers on a compost heap, disintegrating slowly, breaking down, losing cohesion.

I flushed it, noting as it went, that there was a feeling of her in a remnant signature from meal the night before that I was there for, and also of some stress from bickering, self-loathing thoughts, rebelliousness, plus thoughts from her school study.

Like a footprint in short grass, which fades away... or like a peal of sound. These indelible imprints were energy-consciousness, but had no animating force to drive it on, so would eventually fade into inactivity and be stilled like a painting.

 

After that, I used to look back at my own arse leavings and could see recent occurrences imprinted, as what had passed through my internals had been coloured by experience during time was passed through digestive tract.

The Reptilians poke their digit all the way up past 2nd sphincter ring into the sigmoid colon area, the space between 2nd and 3rd chakras where the dan tien is.

Experiences worn by earth-mind drops down as reactive waves from mental level into emotional before they settle into twinkled striations in the light formations of the lowest level field that the physical is anchored to. Our thoughts do indeed affect our physical health.

Here the Reptilian poker seems to read imagery from using the print side of finger to detect what, I do not currently know. I suspect they evolved to do that as a tracking tool on the condition and mindset of prey, most humans used to be able to do a similar thing with nose and scat.

When they’re reading from inside a human body with their fingies, is like when a baby is inside another person’s consciousness, the analysing has less of what you get when reading another’s energy fields, but more of the inside experience of the one who lived/thought through it. You get more than surface or projected thoughts basically.

 

That hokey pokey that they do is an easy way for hard to detect intrusion into someone’s spirit to remain a background quiet tap noise.

When someone reads the aura of a sensitive person, that person can feel it like an intruder with dirty hands going through their packed good-linen drawers.

Reading pressed/folded in waves of thought forms in the passage of excretion will leave barely any “footprints”, only the emphasized (so if one does get to there, misdirection leads to tactile distract) sense of anal penetration that has a memory dampen on it, just a small “small itch” back there.

 

Parents and older siblings would laugh at my waving & singing goodbye to my turds when someone would pass by as I came out of loo – lol

I wasn’t seen as weird when young really, as I didn’t speak of what was going on unless compelled to do so. Used to telepathically talk with birds, animals, shrubberies, trees, and various spirits... though only a few broonie type frens when really young.

Saw a nasty and dangerous broonie that was more of a goblin at a cranky old lady's house once when with Mum visiting (still a baby). I turned awareness of them off after seeing a few more yucky house spirits that were noticing me notice them. Yikes!

Wasn’t until early 30s that I had one appear to me through my “wool over eyes”, conveying a appreciation for my respect of the homeowner Lillian, who she drew a lot of her inspiration from.

Many of the cute ones I’ve seen look like various forms of the Nisse, vibe of house is very much in a broonie. There is 2 parts to a house spirit form, as with plants and us. One part of us that is sticky taped to the physical – our spirit, and one part of us that is celestial – our soul.

Broonies can travel, but it is rare and peculiar to do so ...unless a household of folk with a dash of wit, then they tend to be more developed.

Christmas elves are a thing, kinda :P …broonies take up the cause of celebration and festivities form those who live in house. Been to a number of places feeling and smelling the childhood joy of Christmas when kids think it is real, that was tickled up with the help of loving broonies (only common denominator apart from good people, is vigorous well kept gardens at those places).

 

Back to the dunny talk…

 

One day, after saying cheerio to shits for 2 weeks, I wondered where they were going, so astrally followed a flush.

After seeing it, I asked Dad why we had a concrete house across the road and under the ground for our faeces to be stored in.

He described the septic tank process, which got my imagination working - lol.

 

Some weeks later, I had a wonderful series of family and personal experiences, and an angel watching it all bless me after I did some helpful energy movements on others during a lunch outside - so I blessed him back 4x for being a good egg, similar to that which he had showered me with but amped up, he was astonished, I laughed and quickly returned to normal boy in front of him.

He lingered for about 7 hours I guess on the edge of our family activities, presumably trying to work me out, was too busy being numb. I allowed myself to lift & brighten again after I did one of my low level scans to check if he was still observing.

Later that evening, upon popping out a shit, turning round to say goodbye, I saw this one was different... “accidentally” (was part of the editing of fate by Watcher pricks after that blessing, which was wrought before I started this incarnation) lending it presence with my heightened focus. I painted it slightly moreso than usual feelings, gave that shit a “shoe shine”.

As flushing, I wondered of this “special turd” going into the mass of poo that was accumulating down there under nearby paddock.

That night during sleep, I stupidly (lower mind can be such a mewling fool) walked in (spirit body of light) and looked down at toilet.

I flew down the pipes and into the septic tank.

Found that turd, reduced myself a fair bit & interacted with it, on a low level. Was funny to boy me, as it was like talking to a limited version of myself, but made of shit.

Saw "he" was going to deteriorate into the rest of the slop at some point... so I suggested we hang out first and I give him a small boost to give him some longevity.

Then it got feckin weird, as I enlivened and re-coalesced about 9 other shits into "lifefulness" (easier if newer), didn’t want him to get lonely - lol.

As we were hanging out and at my goading for them to express, some of them replayed comedy lines from television. One even got up and did a David Bowie song from Countdown (music tv show), I made an astral guitar and mic stand for them.

I gave more and more energy to animate them all, about 30+ turds had come to life - me orchestrating it. We had a party for about half an hour.

All the partygoers were slightly different versions of my family, personified in shit - lol!

I then had enough and just left ‘em to their fun, thinking foolishly (was tired from some of them draining off me and had moved into more lower mind) they'd be fine and just diminish once they were over it too... oops.

 

After a few days (there were 3 attempts to beseech me to return, but I declined) I felt the unfettered shit circus do a Voltron assemble and came looking for more "power ups" during my sleep. Basically, a hungry shit golem.

Since I was caught in diminished state, it ended up chasing me around the house on the lower astral, looking for my attention, my life energy each night.
Got all up in my face and would take so much energy from me - gah. I would forget and go to toilet, to be set upon by a shit-spirit who would scare the crap out of me …any energy would do, more raised the better.

Started pissing the bed again as I was too scared to go to the toilet when everyone else was asleep, didn’t matter, the grub would come into room.

 

Was funny to family as I called the reason for my pissing myself was the toilet monster. Looked a bit like a Bottersnike, out of a kid's book "Bottersnikes and Gumbles".

The "toilet monster" chased me on the astral and would be beside bed way too often, was not good. I didn’t dispel it as was going through some stuff which would later see the death of my dearest lil friend at the time (will post that, as during the incident there are several things worth presenting about universal mechanics), a move by the scumbag Watcher assigned to edit my life.

 

Took a while to reduce, but still was attached like a leech, then finally disintegrated the elementry/astral golem after I allowed a ghoul to latch onto me (totally my fault, frick) and we moved house, when the “Toilet monster” travelled to new place, I destroyed it ....lol, what a load of shit that was! Shoulda done that before, d’oh!
 

Unfortunately, the ghoul was doing its thing in a “pocket reality” if you like, so I didn’t know about it anymore and assumed he had just left. Was very confused as to why I kept pissing myself each night, felt a bit more alive (no more drain from toilet monster) but was still getting weak and sick all the time from nightly visits I was oblivious to.
 

Will post final ghoul fend off (“Finish him!”) after 6 more years enduring that (applicable example for others), but not proper resolve, in this thread next.

[mammal vs. reptile]

Just going to summarise this, just my way of getting my head around all this text, so am clear about things. And if you people can benefit from my work then good for you. But I recommend reading the original because it is a fuller account, and very interesting, although a bit of unpacking to do. But why it is interesting is because these stories from the astral are insights into reality and creation.

 

What happened was, the kid went to the toilet and in it was a stool.

 

This kid is a gifted psychic and “read” the energies of it.

 

I flushed it, noting as it went, that there was a feeling of her in a remnant signature from meal the night before that I was there for, and also of some stress from bickering, self-loathing thoughts, rebelliousness, plus thoughts from her school study.

 

Feelings of stress and thoughts about school.

 

These indelible imprints were energy-consciousness, but had no animating force to drive it on, so would eventually fade into inactivity and be stilled like a painting.

 

The kid then “read” the energies of his own stool.

 

After that, I used to look back at my own arse leavings and could see recent occurrences imprinted, as what had passed through my internals had been coloured by experience during time was passed through digestive tract.

 

Coloured by experience. What experience?

 

Reptiles.

 

The Reptilians poke their digit all the way up past 2nd sphincter ring into the sigmoid colon area, the space between 2nd and 3rd chakras where the dan tien is.

 

In case you people are wondering, the dan tien, or dantian, referred to is the energy centre in the abdomen.

 

Although not sure what the reptilian was doing exactly, the poster suspects it was “reading” the kid’s experience.

 

When they’re reading from inside a human body with their fingies, is like when a baby is inside another person’s consciousness, the analysing has less of what you get when reading another’s energy fields, but more of the inside experience of the one who lived/thought through it.

 

End of story.

 

Next story.

 

Kid does a “shiny” shit.

 

As flushing, I wondered of this “special turd” going into the mass of poo that was accumulating down there under nearby paddock.

 

That night, astral projects.

 

I flew down the pipes and into the septic tank.

 

Found that turd, reduced myself a fair bit & interacted with it, on a low level. Was funny to boy me, as it was like talking to a limited version of myself, but made of shit.

 

What happened next was, the kid “animated” some of the other shits in the septic tank.

 

I gave more and more energy to animate them all, about 30+ turds had come to life - me orchestrating it.

 

Logically.

 

All the partygoers were slightly different versions of my family, personified in shit - lol!

 

What happened next was, after this was all over, this shit sought the kid out for an energy boost.

 

Basically, a hungry shit golem.

 

And pursued the kid at the level of the astral.

 

Since I was caught in diminished state, it ended up chasing me around the house on the lower astral, looking for my attention, my life energy each night.

 

What happened was, this thing was haunting this kid for six years.