It’s not often you can say Sitri wanted to come inside to taste some barbecue chips. Can’t say that’s happened before on my end, anyway. I had called him earlier for a campaign I just kicked off today to help reduce the senseless violence in the news. So, Sitri was close.
I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night when we had over a half dozen teenage boys making noise until 3am. I really wasn’t up for calling Sitri after the 23 callings I had done earlier, so he came to me and got to taste some chips for it. Tomorrow, he wants me to do the reflection for day 2, so I’m expecting some dreams tonight. We’ll see if I remember them.
Had three dreams last night. All three related to love in some manner.
The first was dreaming about spiders, but not the spiders themselves. There was a disease and decaying agent they carried. It didn’t affect them, but came out in their webs and that affected us humans. Somehow, there was some eight-story Gothic building in the middle of a forest, but I didn’t know that the time. The dream opened with drainage tunnels underneath. There were scenes of dramatic rescue, trying to get to children, sometimes babies, when they came into contact with this spider web sludge. There was only a small amount of time that we can pull them out of it and they would be okay. Ironically, we didn’t blame the spiders and went out of our way to leave them be. Not because we deared them, but because they, too, were seen as victims. Just less affected ones.
There was mountain climbing gear we’re using to swing from floor to floor. It was only when we got the top of the building, having mostly failed, that we realized that towering above us were trees. and at that point the vintage point of view shifted until we were almost like in a helicopter or a plane and you can see that this entire building is large as it seemed was completely surrounded and covered over by what looked like to be like a pine forest or similar. That’s when we knew the entire scenario would have been forgotten and none of our rescues would have mattered – we were still in that building and trapped TO that building.
I don’t really remember the second dream at this point. if I hadn’t gotten really crappy sleep the night before I would have transcribed it down and then try to go back to bed. I think it had to deal with a rural farming community. There was a gal and we were attracted to each other, but there was going to be obvious religious differences and philosophical differences. I feel like I was only like 25-26 at the time and I’m 46 now, so it seemed a little strange to be dating again at that young age. It was the age old “we can’t change and we’ll accept each other, but nobody else will accept us or the fact that we won’t change” sort of scenario. Little farm girl was cute. Could’ve used some imaginary eye candy…
The third scenario was a lot more grim. Somehow I was employed by a church and I was helping to be a caretaker for it for some reason. But these three little shits got hired and kept stealing my things. I don’t remember what those things are now, but there were things I needed to do my job. They kept stealing the same ones and for some reason I could never keep them hidden. so they would steal them. I would steal them back and eventually I got tired of doing this. I stopped playing the game and pretending like they were actually decent teenagers. but this led to a series of being attacked and eventually trying to leave so I could get my family (who weren’t part of the dream until then) to safety and just walk away from all of it but that wasn’t going to be allowed.
I even woke up and went back to sleep and back into the dream and long story short, I found a way to keep my family safe but only by publicly placing myself in a position to be captured while they drove on and the gangsters related to the little shits had to choose between them or me. This resulted in the series of torture events, but in the end it became turned into lucid dreaming and that didn’t go their way.
Sitri says this recollection is good enough. Those were some really strange dreams.
My dreams last night were filled again with love and lust, but I don’t remember them. Instead, he wants me to follow part of the book and talk about some lost loves. There are several, in a way, but all were necessary for them and for me. Well, I’m assuming for them. It was necessary for me and I was the one that “lost”. I’ll tell you about one.
In the rural areas surround where I grew up (all around those areas), there was no shortage of friends with farms, but in my case, they were related to those we met through the Mormon church in North Central Indiana.
For some reason unknown to me, we visited this family who had a cluster of houses surrounded by the land they farmed. One of their non-Mormon relatives had a girl named Misty that was a year younger than me. I think I was in the latter grades of Elementary school.
We would see each other about once every other month for a while. Misty was cute. She knew mystical farm knowledge I hadn’t learned in the city. She would get picked on by her brothers. And this automatically meant she and I were destined for each other. GOD had spoken, I was sure of it.
But Middle School rolled around and I didn’t see her for several years. Late 80’s, so n emails or text messages. I had to travel for some school program I was in and I was told she was going to be there. I waived to her, she recognized me and waived back, but I didn’t see her when it came time to mingle with the other school’s kids. She wasn’t there. I was…disappointed.
My glorious reunion full of reunification of two hearts with promise didn’t seem to be manifesting as I had hoped.
Even today, I don’t know why. I was in touch with her relatives periodically and that’s when I eventually learned there was some disastrous marriage, not short enough, with a child and drama no one talked about openly. I did learn that it wasn’t all “him”, but couldn’t tell you what that meant. Misty had spoken louder than God at that time and I somehow knew to listen.
I do still wonder about her, though. Sure,I could reach out, but why? I’m married, with a child and a career. I hope she has something similar, if that’s what she wants. I’m not going to make a blind cast and send good will and prosperity when it’s been, what, 25 years+?
But I will remember sitting on the hay bales, kicking our feet off the back of them, looking out over the fields and her laughing at my lack of farm knowledge. Best wishes, Misty.
Plenty of nights with dreams of not necessarily LOVE, but of caring, having, and, ultimately, losing. Sometimes all, sometimes part, but losing and letting go. The overall messages aren’t necessarily about losing LOVE, but of continuing afterwards. It’s a curious message, in a way.
I had a love interest not wake up one morning, so I’ve looked past these obvious themes, but there isn’t anything I recall besides that. Goetics have a tendency to test us, which is expected if you’ve worked with some on a deep enough level. Were my reactions being tested? Hard to say. I only remembered bits and pieces as I woke up. I fly out in two days for my house hunting trip to Hawaii, before moving there for several years in June. Yet, I don’t feel like I’m being warned of some impending issue, either.
I was given a ritual and then saw different forms of it! Some are completely energetic, but there are physical versions of it, too. If you’re a Love and Light practitioner, these rituals may not be to your liking. They’re manipulative, but how much so depends on the practitioner.
Version 1
Skills Needed: Evocation, energy manipulation (servitor creation more specifically).
For this ritual, the basic premise is that you will evoke the target into a triangle, use their energy to create a servitor programmed with the behaviors you want, and then release it to return to its owner. Cake, right? Too much and you run the risk of a sort of power struggle immediately. The more subtle and suggestive approach at the beginning, the less likely it will be to gain momentum over time while arousing less suspicion.
With the evocation, you’re using energy work with another person’s energy via evocation to make sure you’ve evoked them enough to get a good seed going. It’s important to feel that the energy is still attached and not separated from the target itself. Gently let it go, rather than a quick release to ease the transition back to the host.
Version 2
Skills Needed: Spirit Calling, Petition
Sitri will be doing the heavy work. Here you will call on Sitri and ask that this be created for you. Asking Sitri to do it for you doesn’t gain you the skills or practice, but it can be a bit cleaner for those not looking for skills.
A representation of the target is needed if evocation isn’t being used. This could be a name, a drawing, a picture, etc… Anything that identifies the target uniquely. At this point, it’s a petition to Sitri to ask for this specific method to be used. Why use this instead of just asking Sitri for the relationship or attraction? The key to this is subtlety. This isn’t some ham-fisted “you must obey” attempt. This is a more refined approach to make change more from the inside out than the outside in.
Version 3
Skills Needed: Astral Projection
Here, you are projecting to the person or at least the astral and how you deal with this there is up to you. You could call the person’s astral presence to you, evoke part of them to you like Version 1, project to them and do the manipulation, etc… The possibilities are varied and can be as nuanced as you’d like. I’d be a bit cautious about project to them directly or a sort of odd “presence” may be felt that they then realize is you or may recognize if you’re known to them.
I would do Version 3 during waking hours. You may accidentally call them while they’re dreaming and they have that nagging feeling in the back of their head when you meet. Nice and consciously distracted. Again, you’re not calling the whole person, just enough to get the job done.
Sitri wanted these rituals written out and has informed me that we are done. Hail Sitri!
