11-27-2022 Spock gives me an idea.

Logic puzzles were one of my favorite things to do when I was bored as a kid.

Why not try the same thing, but with DM identity?

Facts are:

DM, on this journey, is someone with the capability of hacking both my laptop and cell phone. This screenshot is what I discovered while bringing up the New Beginnings playlist just a day or two ago. That is my Spotify handle ‘imaguppynotashark’, but My Playlist #4 is not a playlist I created. It was not there two days ago. This My Playlist #4 contained zero music. Just a single picture of the Eye. My lurking 3D Divine Masculine commandeered my phone for lots of reasons, but this one is the sweetest. All songs added to this list are what resonate with him.

Bringing up the New Beginnings playlist I began almost four years ago when all this awakening crap started, I asked the Universe to play the songs DM wants me to add to his list. Then, hit SHUFFLE. Check out the first song to kick us off for tonight:

DM loves Disney movies and Star Wars.

“DM is the man in the dream I had when I was thirteen years old, correct”

“YES”

DM wears a necklace. Like a rope chain or a thin chain with a charm of some kind. It dangled from his neck in our dream.

The Universe says we were a VAMPYRE in a past life. It would explain why to this day, I cannot eat my steak with any red showing. Well done. Medium-well maybe.

DM has had trouble with gold diggers in the past.

DM is a pool shark.

DM is a Richie rich.

Real quick…

“The first agent I made playing pool, ‘Art’, is he related to who I feel he is related to?”

“YES”

“Would my true DM receive the COVID vaccine?”

“NO”

DM parties from time to time just like I do.

DM astral travels to me for sex sessions. (Fucking amazing!)

“Please describe what was behind the feeling that went through me when Dr. Tim was examining my infected finger last week?”

“LUV.”

“Naw, that cannot be it.”

It felt like when Kieran touched my hand that one time to look at the callous I developed from lots of pool practice. Different. Like, Dr. Tim really cared about how much I was in pain. The way he held my hand, ever so gently, it was different than just another doctor examining a cut. Not just that, but he has been popping into my head a little bit for the last couple of days. No reason why. Just in and then out.

“Just awesome bedside manner? Extremely compassionate doctors do exist, you know…”

“R U SHITTNG ME?”

“Copping a feel, then?”

“ME ON FIRE”

I can feel it. As the pendulum swung to the ‘N’ in ‘ON’, I felt a **ching** in my panties.

Oh, which reminds me…

“Chef Stephen’s energy does, in no way, have any sort of playful way of speaking to warrant the ‘ME’ and ‘VWY’ kind of ‘speaking’ that comes out of the pendulum from DM’s energy. It is cutesy. That is not Chef Stephen. At all. Care to elaborate?”

“WUV UR WYTING”

“I would like to know what went on outside my examining room the first time I went to the emergency room after my fruit punch energy drink at work suddenly began giving me COVID/flu symptoms. The nurses swabbed my nose twice. I remember laughing at one point. I remember light language coming out. I remember crashing out. During that time, I know I heard the door shut a few times. If I recall, I was there for over an hour. Please begin from when the first nurse returned from taking my vitals and asking me questions about my symptoms.”

“RT ON TRACK WTH QN. HV PATIENCE – THS WLL TK SOME TIME.”

“Understood. Thank you.”

“1ST NURSE WHO QN U- TELLS LADY AT DESK UV STARTD SPEAKNG A LANGUAGE SHES NVR HRD BEFOR – SHE GETS ON THE PHONE AND DIALS 911 -“

“No way! Like, 911 emergency?! Or, do you mean the internal switchboard the hospital uses? Probably just their internal ‘911’ code, right?”

“NO”

“Like, if I were to pick up my cell phone and dial 911?! That is the 911 the nurse called??”

“YES”

“And the 911 call? Wanna run that back for me real quick?”

“WLL IT WONT B QUIK BUT YES.”

Sweet!

“911 WHAT IS UR EMERGNCY?”

“THIS IS SPL AGNT _____.”

“RQUSTING A SECURE LN?”

“YES TY”

“MIDWAY THRU RING A GENTLEMAN BY THE NAME OF BARRETT ANSWERS. AGNT ORTON HEARS THE CLL AND PRACTICLLY SHIT HMSLF RT THERE. QUESTIONING NURSE RUNS EXAM BY BARRETT WHO GETS AGNT ORTON TO CLL HIS DAD.”

“SPL AGNT DAD VWY FOND OF U.”

“Awe. I just figured he thought I was annoying.”

“OH BELIEVE ME HE DOES. FOND OF YOUR ANNOYNCE.

How sweet. 🙂

“PICKNG BACK UP ON CONVO-“

“Right. Please continue.”

“GIVES TM THE PHONE – ‘SPL AGNT ORTON, BARRETT FROM FM 9.91 – WE HAVE SOMETHNG WE TRUST WLL GET STPNS ASS UP HERE NOW. “

“Get his ass up where? Stephen was a work when this convo is supposedly taking place.”

“WHN STPN SIGND ON TO PROTECT U HE DID NOT KNW U WERE A ET – HE ONLY KNEW U WERE PSYCHIC. HE SWORE UP AND DWN HE WOULD NVR LIKE A GIRL FROM A TOWN LIKE SOCORRO.”

That sounds like something Chef Stephen would say. He is a snob. (Self-proclaimed, too.) One day in the kitchen at work, Chef Stephen is talking to our boss man Daniel at the grill. I am a few feet away pressing dough for pizzas. Chef is talking about when he would go to Spago in Los Angeles. Cool, boushie shit if you are a chef in his prime. I interrupt them both, saying to Stephen, “You are such a snob. Spago? Really? Pretentious much?”

Chef Stephen turns to me and comes back with, “Hey! I lived in L.A.!”

I yelled back, “So did I…my entire life…and I have never been to Spago, you snob!”

It was awesome. I love arguing with Chef Stephen.

“Ugh…’Psycho Killer’ belongs on your playlist?”

“YES”

“Why?”

“STPN WLL HELP U FIND ‘There were three of them.'”

Oh, I see. Right on.

“Why does the board always spell out ‘STPN’ instead of using ‘I’ or ‘ME’?”

“STPN NOT DM – IS UR SHADOW SELF”

“Ah see? That makes tons more sense. At least I can stop trying to fit him into the DM uniform if he was never supposed to fit in it in the first place. Thank you for that clarity.”

“STPN LKS U VWY MUCH.”

“I like him vwy much. VWY VWY much. I would love to have a beer with him and shoot a game of pool. He never likes to get his ass out of the apartment he is shacked up in while he is working at Tech.”

“REPEAT SONG SVN DEVILS”

“That makes Orton Jr. Divine Masculine then?”

Well now, hang on a minute. DM and DF are just supposed to complete the twin flame mission together. That does not always mean they will end up in a romantic relationship. In our case, Orton Jr. and I would work together and I would live the rest of my life with Stephen. In some cases, twin flames live with soulmates more than they will live with their twin flame It just depends on the journey. No twin flame journey is the same.

“VWY RT ON TRACK VWY FG ON TRACK!”

“What?! What did I do? What am I on track with?”

“STPN FINALLY TRUSTS U ARE IN LOVE WITH HIM”

“Geez, I hope so. Since we mirror each other, what was it that I was not trusting?”

“U WERE NOT TRUSTNG U ARE ALIEN.”

That one is still hard to swallow until I can see something in writing or on YouTube.

“REVIEW AND POST”

“Wait! What was all that Dr. Tim garbage I was being fed earlier?”

“FED GARBAGE TO MAKE ME EAT MY WORDS B FG CUZ I FG CANNOT STOP THINKNG ABOUT U!”

I totally get it, babe. You had to be one million percent sure we both knew who we are to each other. You did everything you had to do to get that confirmation. Things like hacking my cell phone, hacking my laptop, downloading my Internet browsing history, checking my text messages, going through all my pictures and videos, and secretly watching me through my laptop web camera until I figured out you were actually there watching. You even went as far as to shimmy your way into the Executive Chef position that opened up at the university kitchen where I am employed as a prep cook so you can keep a better eye on me to ensure I am safe while at work. No way could I ever be upset at a thing we went through in order to get to this point.

Truly, every experience that has led up to this day has been worth it. Worth the tears, worth the humility, worth any embarrassment.

WE WERE DESIGNED FOR EACH OTHER.”

“Does Chef Stephen get nervous if ever we are alone together?”

“YES”

“Is the nervousness because he fears prying eyes at work?”

“NO”

“Then why so nervous if alone?”

“BCUZ STPN IN AWE OF – FG CANT DEAL WTH IT ANYMORE”

“Deal with what, hun?”

“JEALOUSY FG KLLNG ME!”

“Yeah, you poor DMs have it rough with the jealousy lesson to get through, don’t you? No worries, love. We’re gonna get past all that shit.”

Going to wrap up this post, but before I jet…

“Is Mom really going to pass away in the way I have been shown?”

“YES”

An accident driving on her way to housesit for Paula and her husband. Sinkhole or sidewalk will give way bringing her vehicle down the side of a large hillside. No suffering will come to her. The blow to her head will kill her on impact. She may even feel like something is off that day, yet she will ignore her intuition and take the drive up that way, that particular day.

“Is Dad really ‘BLANK.BLANK.BLANK.?”

“YES”

“Is Chef Stephen really an ex-Navy Seal who is ticklish everywhere on his body?”

“NO – NOT X SEAL – POPO YES”

“Am I really wanted dead or alive?”

“YES”

“Will all electricity run out by the time, I fear, my last channeling session told me it would?”

“!.?!.?! – I JST HEARD WHEN RT NOW – ALMOST FG HERE!”

I do not know why the date was moved up. Originally, I was told the year 2036. Something changed. Movement or lack of the correct movement with regard to making a change in the timeline. We need to see if this date can be pushed back out.

I just heard, “Curtains. It will be curtains for everyone.”

***THERE IS MORE…***

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