Operation End Slavery, Stockholm Syndrome

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I'm freaking out inside a little.
My heart is pounding faster than usual ever since I fell down a rabbit hole today.

Memories came flooding in and pieces I have gathered came together quickly. It took my breath away and I feel on the verge of crying.

I researched the Cartier Love Bracelet because of some copyright suit against Alexandra Grant. I wanted to see what a Love Bracelet looked like. When I saw it, I felt sick...like I was going to throw up because it repulsed me and I thought, "That is no symbol of love, that is a symbol of slavery".

Instinctively, I knew that bracelet was based on an old design for slaves where the bracelets were mostly permanent. I remembered how the design I wore as an Egyptian slave girl had a strong chain from the bracelet to a ring worn on the middle finger to keep it from clanging around when doing work. The purpose was so that the ring could be attached to a pole to keep slaves from running away.

These are no trinkets of love. They are insidious and are a symbol of keeping someone against their will. It is vile and disgusting that we buy them, hand them out, and attach them to people we supposedly love as decorations!!

The Ring of O is a known sex slave symbol and even more disgusting to me. It was bad enough to be a slave but even worse to have our bodies violated against our will and some of you think this is "fun" and "consensual". Your minds are so warped that you have no understanding the degradation and self-hate involved in these acts. You are reenacting your own torture and have come to believe you like it.

I once heard in an in-between state that my mission here is called "Operation End Slavery", but I thought it was more about ending greed and consumerism. I didn't realize it was also related to the sex slavery from former lives being repeated over and over.

And since I dream from within others, I can't say for sure I was even the slave whose past life trauma is playing out over and over in each life. I tend to think Keanu might be the slave and Alexandra his past life captor.

Any love he thought he felt for her is actually Stockholm Syndrome.

At one time, favorite Egyptian slaves were sacrificed so they could attend to their master's needs in the afterlife. Imagine repeating this cycle over and over until you can break free.

Dream Journal Entry: April 24, 2016 I started to rouse and drifted back to sleep and there was something about seeing bread and thinking I would be able to make better bread if I had the tools that I was used to but here in the new world we didn't have them. I am trying to figure out what tools would we not have? I was thinking maybe metal tools. I have no idea and I am not sure what was meant by "the new world". Because later when I see a girl dead and laid out on a slab that was elevated. She had black straight hair, bangs, cropped/bobbed hair and white face paint. Something was mentioned about the boy Pharaoh and facing the body east.

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Dream Journal Excerpt: January 23, 2019 had this weird bit of dream where I had completed something. It felt like a class and now we were leaving this place. Amrik and I went to get documentation of completion. They took our left hand and gave us subdermal piercings. He had a single small silver bead-like thing put in the area where people typically wear wedding bands.  

And then the woman piercing me did a whole row of them along my knuckles and then below them  attached two pieces of steel shaped as smiles. When I made a fist it made two smilie faces. 

I noticed an indention appear on my middle left finger as though I had worn a ring there for a very long time. In real life I don't wear any rings. 

Dream Journal Excerpt: August 25, 2014 I had really strange dreams last night. The first that I remember was all about some guy who had, I guess, kind of held me against my will and would drug me to get me to stay and do things with him sexually. A guy came in (I think he looked like brad Pitt and was someone I knew) came in and rescued me. The dude who had held me against my will was going to inject the guy who was trying to save me but ended up injecting himself. It was weird because it was like I had Stockholm syndrome or something because I felt love and compassion for this guy and felt a little sad about leaving him.

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Dream Journal Entry: August 3, 2015  The first dream, there was something about me being a police officer. There was someone trying to set a trap for me to try to kill me. I see a house with christmas lights and a christmas tree but I know about the trap and don't fall for it.
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Later I dreamed there was some dude and a girl he was holding captive along with me. I can't remember if she was the nanny or a family member from the house we were at. This guy murdered someone....a female i think. He wants to run so he doesn't get caught and she thinks she has to go with him because she thinks she will be implicated in the murder too for just knowing. The three of us were with him but the girl and I said we needed to go back to the house to get a few things and said we would meet him. I planned to call the police and turn the guy in and assured her that just knowing about the murder would not get her arrested. It felt almost like a Stockholm syndrome type of thing with him...like she just needed to get away from him to understand how she had been brainwashed. In the house I think I see the parents. It seems to be a large family. I see a "son" who looks remarkably like Nuno Bettencourt. I stopped and talked to him while I picked up food off the floor. There were bits of food everywhere but it was like junk food and I thought, geez, they need some healthier food. I can't really remember much else as I waited too long to write about it. Oh well.

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Dream Journal Entry: April 23, 1999 I had an interesting dream. I think Faith and I had been kidnapped by a group of guys and at first we were both scared. They had us tied up on some cliff or something like that and they were waiting for something to come...like we were an offering, a sacrifice of sorts. And a presence of some sort did come and it filled us with peace, contentment and love. It was an amazing feeling, like a rush. I remember staring up at the sky when the presence filled us. I think it filled us with knowledge as well. After this presence came, we were no longer afraid of our captors. They were like a cult or something...living underground and leading secret lives. We were traveling in what I think was a bus or RV of sorts. We came to some populated place and Faith and I took our belongings and wandered off away from the guys. I think we, at first, were going to try to escape. But later we felt a longing to be back with the group who had captured us, so we went back to find them. It took us a while but when we did, the bus was starting to leave and we begged them to stop saying we realized we wanted to be with them, that we missed them for the short time we had been separated. I think we did manage to get back on the bus and we promised we would never try to leave them again. There was one guy in particular I communicated with during the dream.  I think we had Stockholm Syndrome.