I once again, had a profound vision. I was working in the lower levels of this business. I was literally, working in the basement. I kind of had the whole basement to myself and was doing my thing, you know, screwing around, working, not working; really not having a clue as to what I was supposed to be doing.
There were some women there with me and there was some kind of weird dynamics going on. I was kind of close with one of them and there was another one there that wanted me, but it was out of spite. I do not know, it was all kind of weird.
I know the company had a main floor and many levels above the basement but it was like, that was where I worked and never really saw the structure above me or any of the bosses, which gave me the impression, I was on my own.
Then one day, the boss showed up and started talking to me and telling me; things are not working out and he was going to have to let me go. I said: “hey man, I did not even know I was working for you”. I thought I was working for “SOMEONE” else.
Push come to shove and I had to go. I was the last one out of the basement. I pushed up on this door, like a piece of wood and pushed it aside to see a massive demolition project going on. There was only one egress left and my head was sticking out of it.
I was like: “hey, what the f…”, I did not know the building was being demolished. It was completely gone; just the rubble remained and my head sticking up from the basement.
The sense I get from this dream is, with all the fears I have about this world and the truth behind it all, I may be the “one” who has to go. “I” may be the “man” “I” have been speaking of.
The one in the basement; doing “his” own thing.
I promised no more writing, because the message regarding what we see in the mirror, is off the reservation; out of this world and I did not know “who” or what is prompting its evolution.
Will the seed of “TRUTH” take root in a stone?
What about a robot?
And if it is just a robot; a physical mechanism designed and manufactured to carry this later generation of the first “MEN” and “WOMEN” around, in bodily form, then to “WHOSE” benefit would it be for the robots to become aware of what they are and how they came to be?
I do not know, for certain, what I am or “who” created the first two, but fear “HIM” above all the “OTHERS”.
Just a damned robot, with many “LIVES” and even more lower tier “lives”, pulling at the form. All it wants is to be left alone, in peace, with the “TRUTH” as the power of a new “LIFE”; a new “I”.
An “I” for, what used to be a robot.
This robot wants to be able to say, ” I used to be a robot, but then “GOD” gave “me” a “life” of “my” very own”.
Something very profound is going on with me.
I wonder “who” “James” really is and why “he” was in the basement or was it the robot in the basement?
“GOD” help us find our way.