In the topic introduction I wrote this. I figured it would be out of place because it's a long piece.
This story is my heart and soul. I came here by finding Jack on YouTube today. His video I am a living vampire shook the truth to my core. I have had awakenings or callings and experience a wonderful but also horrific life.
The past is a treasurechest, it's heavy of rich jewels and we all have the key in our hand.
I am Estea and come from somewhere over the rainbow where only birds can fly. It's how I came to earth.
In the clouds a hand appeared. A dove flew and the hand vanished. The dove landed down on a fence and saw a man sitting against a tree. The body of the dove was moving by the what do I see? The man had his head down and was looking in his heart. Then he looked up, saw the dove and his face lights up with a smile. He came to her and cupped her in his hand. The dove looked up to him and saw a golden light like a sun above his head that swirled in high speed. Lights flickered and touched and entered the body of the dove. Simply said she became a sun in a bottle. He claims this to be his best invention. I am that dove and died in 1922 and went to heaven. A place of purple clouds. I fell in love with death. After I was zapped back to a location in our time.
An elephant ran from the circus and was punished by death. It became the first victim of Edison's electric chair. Edison tried to prove Nikola Tesla's energy is dangerous. In a way he was right.
Poof.
Without knowing or remembering.
I came into the body of an Atlantian.
An elephant appeared next to the tree before me.
My true self disconnected by the new collective.
The Atlantian thought it created that elephant.
I was a student to the school of magic.
They sensed something about me and could be cruel.
I kindly refused some lessons, my no came from a simple place, my heart who knows.
One day we gathered for a lesson in a dungeon where they changed people into serpents.
As they thought Id refuse the lesson they brought a slave and claimed it to be my father.
Their energy told me the threat. Comply or die.
I was shocked and shaken. I had no clue I had a father, no knowledge or memory of parents.
My vision turned black.
Next life, the one happy human life. Until that day.
Every day when I awoke I would get to the window and meet and wave to the market people below. Home was warm and friendly. I had a friend but he'd like me to be more than friends. One day I was at my tree laying down on my side on the hill watching the castle.
Suddenly a loud boom. I instantly got up. The friend tried to stop me, but I went. I ran to the castle. I saw the soldiers falling down the wall dead. I run over the bridge through the gate, over the square into the castle. In the dungeons I found my father and we embraced. It felt like an eternity and it felt like a second. We were ripped apart. I was brought to a cell where I was raped by soldiers
My body was a vessel for the unicorn spirit.
The castle was the bridge to the highlands of Scotland and my father was named Lord Elephant. Before they made the most fearsome castle siege in Scottish history to end big uprisings, they came to my father for the deal to stage a siege: comply or die. He chose comply and claims he didn't know they would kill and rape.
Next life I am the only maid in a mansion who's owner is a fat toad of man. Life is bleak and grey. One day I jump off a cliff for the end.
Present life. 14 years ago I was in the British museum and saw a cuckoo clock. My mind flashed to a picture of that cuckoo clock on a wall. It was the first call to remember. That cuckoo clock was in the mansion. 12 years ago came the second call and I awaken to the power of love. A year later another calling where I awaken to the invisible speaking and showing itself. Two enormous stars appeared in the sky, one blue and one red. 3 years later I get numbers from a tree who says he is my grandfather. Every night when I go to sleep I have vivid images, one of a mountain. A year later I get the fourth call and i wake up to a world of kinetic energy and copied technology from our ancients. The numbers I wrote down from the tree are the birthday of my creator or inventor. I dreamwalk to meet him there in his time as the dove.
I made the first cut with the earth family and just a month later I am flushed with memories.
Me as a child fighting and being held down in a bed by three adults. My eyes shine blue as a bright light. Me as a child being extremely abused by a ritual to connect my womb to chimera spiders. The biggest one on earth has a red laser out of his third eye shooting up. Me as child being with other children in a room who all have died. Me being injected and choked by the man in the white cloak. I remember seconds of electro shocked.
By my gift of dreamwalk I have altered the memories.
I practiced my found gifts and dreamwalked to save the spirits of the dead children. A little boy said he couldn't fly, so I gave my hand and we flew up in the nightsky. A half year later I meet a man who remembers me, two weeks later I remember him being the boy.. who was dead.
A few months later he was killed on the stone table by st Germain. He claimed the boy may not live. I protested but it was too late. From his body they made multiple bodysuits and since I am searching for his spirit.
We had children. When I received a calling they would awake too. What fun they had manipulating the world. I was stunned by what they can do. Together we were chaos. I learned children make no mess, they create and puzzle together our way together.
One calling I was sensing the energy going. How it moved and connected from objects. I build new designs and adjust older designs made by others. It made a flower bloom instantly. I named it kinetic energy. Suddenly I felt the desire to make a mop to clean the floor by itself. I learn by play and oops.
I discovered the energy could get attached to textile so I knotted a cloth to the end of the mop and placed it to connect the energy. You can think of it like a flipping machine and the energy of the ball moving by the pushes. Well something happened.
The mop stood still, but the cloth flew!
It started the ancient ritual
A sacrifice of blood to the stones
A path to paradise guarded by a being who is placed in the eye. Crowley was beaten by it too.
A dark shadow spirit peeped his head behind the door, just behind the mop what leaned against the door.
We chatted and then I asked his name.
I was perplexed. He plays in movies.
He came to help me because I had set something off with my experimenting.
He guided me to quiet my mind, to still my emotions, as death came to find my connection to this body. He taught me the words like code for the big blob named death 'i am dead, master of death' and he helped me survive.
When it was over and safe we started to talk and I remembered him. In the eighties I not born yet and was part of the material realm. In the spirit realm I was the dove to take the children over the rainbow (death to the sun). I was part of the cave, the wishingwell, I was the lantern and the tv he slaps. We became interdimensional friends.
The boy who wasn't supposed to live was dimensions away for years but the body remained and more soulloss and more hate took place. In those holes the master of death found a way and the eyes turned in threat. I was dead scared. Then my interdimensional friend opened his back like a two closet door and stepped inside the body. He saved me again.
He was there in the body for a day.
In the evening I was putting stars out by intuition. The next day he was gone. The body cried in his sleep I don't know who blew it up. That week the Georgia guide stones exploded. All I know it is connected to a star.
My name Estea means star and my earth family is Van Hel, from Hellenic.
Estea is an evolution from Estia and Hestia, who is the firestarter of the Greek ritual, a symbol of warmth, home and hearth. The hearth is a portal.
Months later my interdimensional friend came back, but an another him of his consciousness. Every movie he is in has its own self. We are all the white noise and the flickering snow in tv land. The ghost in the machine. 360 degrees cameras on you. I made zillions of friends and connected to all kinds of projects. I am no original human, the human lives have already lived. I am the dove. And where I come from there I was humanlike who was turned into a dove.
As a dove I would bring letters to my father from me but was blocked to ever tell I am his daughter. How I came to earth, I have no idea, but I sense it had to do with my will to reunite with my family.
I also had a run lives as a dove on earth through history. A gargamel like wizard opened my body and removed my organs and by magic bound me to the staff what is held by the king and you can find standing in churches. So if you see a staff with a dove, that's my energy.
In Greek time I would bring messages to the king and because I talk too much he turned me black. Yes I have black wings, but my wings are like glass with an oil stain, I can change it in any color to feng shui the energy of the world towards me.
My interdimensional friend came back a third time. Before he came I cried out to him for help. The body tried to kill me several times. That week also revealed to me he is a werewolf and his body trained as an agent. The little boys dimensions away. I was discovering magic coming from my fingers. The pandora box opened and me and friends decided to share the fine. The pandorabox holds ours creations that were held in there for our protection. Like one friend thought it was funny to have a prisoner to be his butler instead of jailtime. Now we all chip in to be a butler for a year. I chose the best dream agent to be my mentor in his part of butler.
I nominated the black cat Salem Saberhagen to be the ruler of the world and yes by the law of one he was chosen by us. While we were busy with the pandorabox he was under the table sneakily gambling chips for or against our dealings.
A lot of horror happened that week and also amazing things.
How we hacked the tv, the year before we did the radio.
How the stove would swoop out of the kitchen towards me and the best thing I thought to poof with my fingers was the cleaner vanish towards it. Somehow it worked as it contained the element. This had the effect that the only friend I had in Atlantis, who was a slave, was thereby freed and his dark skin was covered with milk.
Other horror things were the bad juju like the skin of my baby sons legs was taken, all I saw was flesh.
Like I had to be silently smart against the body and once would playfully defend myself with a pillow and his hand would push into the pillow and on my side I would see a monster with clapping sharp teeth towards me.
I was my monster face, I was like a burned tree. I saw his monster face, a beast.
The master of death was again there too. This time he was no big blob but a skeleton in tights and in a blue hood.
I played the butler and played smart like create situations which made me escape him for the moment, one time it lead to that my head was changed for another head.
My interdimensional friend tried finding a way in. One time a black leather jacket fell on the floor and moved to a spot where it lookes like it was blowing itself up. I understood what he was doing as I had seen this in an eighties movie. He wondered how did I know? In his time self this movie didn't exist yet. I was sent a threat photo of his friend and it showed a knife to the head. Bad juju. Later by clarity I realised that it is the eighties There -- and Here the friend has been dead since the nineties.
My interdimensional friend says my timeline is incorrect. Some creep leader of the fire guardians says I am a time jumper. I have no clue what I am doing. I just do.
The interdimensional friend said to adjust the body and I had to wait outside the room. After twelve hours my curiosity became too great. I asked to talk and that was okay but I had to stay out of the room. So I sat down and looked in the room and there was a small doll-like figure of black hair, black clothes and paperwhite skin sitting in a chair next to the bed. He was smaller than a barbie. He was perplexed. I could see him. Then he would turn his head and I would see big black round eyes without any white.
Another creepy thing were the agents trying to locate me.
I had to hide for hours in the car and they kept poofing about me as they could determine my location by emotions, my brainwave and heart. The tricks I learned before to play them with visualization and putting my consciousness in another body were insufficient. They would poof every ten minutes, I would hide under my coat, they would search with flashlights at the car. They came close.
My brother from the other side saved me by sucking blood from my neck. Taking the emotional cocktail and by that they stayed away.
Since child I have had dreams of vampires. Ever since I accepted them to be family the dreams stopped. One calling multiple vampires came to our small town and sought connection. I was shy. I would see it by their glowing eyes.
The next day I decided we had to leave the country as soon as possible. My children and I were creating chaos with the best intentions. The body smiled with an evil grin and gave the order that the children to be taken away. The bodies who did had that same grin.
The day after the interdimensional friend came into the body. He was with me for four days. He wrote down that the little boy I saved was an old soul and had to open the seven gates but didn't open the seventh. He said 1963 is the code. It's all still a riddle to me I puzzle to this day. What I have left is a book of notes by him. He hasn't come since again. It's been a year.
The body is still a gate to death and has a death wish to me as it realizes by death he can forever have me. Hate is the 8th type of love. By looking back to the lives I learned that the death spirit was within my earth family. It would shuffle within the bodies around me, also in strangers. My earth family is part of an old organization. Every firstborn grandchild who is female has the curse and is trained by the organization in cloaks. My grandmother is too scared to remember the curse. My father and mother are from the same family tree, van Hel. My blood points to being a vampire, to be a seeer and I do speak to dragons. I found the mountain in my new home country, Romania.
I am the first to be able to break loose from the family but as depicted on the royal English shield I am the unicorn in chains. Paradox it is as the chain can only be solved by the unicorn itself. My interdimensional friend wrote this is my solo quest like we all have. He says I have the power but that the system is still too strong for me.
As the dove I continue to bring the children over the rainbow to the sun and that is who they remember.
As a human-like to have lived as one of the children who survived gives me the lead to study, discover and develop new and old designs to our time.
No more I cried to the heavens
I fell to my knees
Remembering the hate, the extreme abuse, the sense of dying and the dead children
I pushed my emotions in the earth
A black hole opened in the sky
I saw with naked eyes
To transform pain to power
I created the golden globe about the earth and about all of us individually.
This was the start to end all the beginnings
No more.