Vic
Jedi Council Member
The Princess Diana issue seems to be rearing its head at this time. My awareness and experience of Diana played what I view as a 'significant' part in my life. Whether or not it actually is significant I don't know - but with what I am learning in The Wave, I suddenly feel that I need to do some dot connecting.
If my power of discernment was worth anything it told me that Diana was absolutely genuine in her compassion and humility. Back in the eighties she visited an alcohol rehab place in Canterbury that she was patron of, and in which I was a resident at the time. It had just been refurbished and Diana came to mark the occasion.
She sat in on our daily group session. She was incredibly beautiful. Not just in a conventional way - beyond what is conventionally known as beauty. And her beauty was magnetic as well as visual. I can still see and feel how she came across to me - and no doubt to others on that day.
I think there were about eight of us 'confused ones' there, plus two counselors and Princess Diana. One of the counselors (call her Mary, can't remember her real name) gave a brief overview of each resident's problem. As I was sat at the end of the semi-circle of chairs I came last. Mary said that my problem was 'women.' Not only was I embarrassed, but angry because it in no way touched on whatever issues I was there to deal with. She only said that because just prior to arriving at the rehab I had met a woman in a halfway house, fell in lust with her, and was now being told I had to forget her if I wanted to stay there. I felt diminished in Diana's eyes. How's that for self-inflation?
Anyway, at the end of the session we all stood up and Diana shook hands with each of us. We were in a sort of circle then, and Diana ended up shaking my hand twice (I must have really made an impact on her the first time
) That produced a laugh, and us guinea pigs were then ushered out of the room so the grown ups could talk with Princess Diana in private. Then Diana left.
We all rushed upstairs to get a better view of her departure. Obviously the crowds were outside cheering and calling out to Diana. As she got in the car she looked up at the window where we were all gathered looking out, and waved goodbye to us. Afterwards every last one of us swore that she looked us personally in the eye. I giggle when I think back to that. But it brings to mind the famous Frank and his skill at believing only what he wanted to believe.
Well that was that. I was left feeling that I had been in the presence of someone special. Special in a way I hadn't imagined or experienced ever before. I, as well as my co-residents, could have spilled my/our guts out to her and I know she would have listened with her whole being.
That must have been in the late eighties I think. I can't be sure. But between then and August 31, 1997, I followed her in the mainstream press - not obsessively, but just sort of wishing her well, and railing at whoever was attacking her at the time. In those days I had no conscious idea of the control system and media distortion.
On the morning of 31/08/97 I had to drive my then live-in partner (Elizabeth - true name) to her Mum's in Kilburn, and then on to the cafe in which she worked. She came back out of her Mum's house, jumped animatedly into the car saying Princess Diana has been killed. A quick blast of cognitive dissonance failed to ward off the fact of it and I was unable to speak for the rest of the journey. When I got home at around 09:15 I put the news on and sat there crying my eyes out, non-stop, until 12:45 at which time I had to get myself together to pick Elizabeth up from work. In true macho, military fashion, I never cried. In fact I don't think I ever felt the need to. I probably made up for that all in one go.
I lived in Westbourne Grove at the time, and on Monday morning I walked the short distance down Queensway, through the park, to Kensington Palace. Grief filled the air. Thousands of bunches of flowers were already arranged by the gate. I added mine and mingled with hundreds of mourners. It was so quiet. Nobody was talking. There was no need as the atmosphere said it all.
Over the next few days, as the world knows, the mourning took on epic proportions. And sadness became tinged with anger. On the day of the funeral I was with the crowds lining the route. It was silent as we waited for the 'procession' to come past. When it was seconds from arriving at where we were standing a man immediately started talking about something completely unrelated to the monumental, historical event that we were all immersed in. I felt such anger that I turned to him and looked him in the eyes. I then saw that several others were doing the same thing. The guy clammed up and disappeared. My memory tells me that such was the anger in the crowd, lynchings could have taken place.
Sixteen years on and I read just two days ago that the Cs said that there was no conspiracy behind her death. At the same time the whole thing is being resurrected by the UK mainstream media with an 'SAS killed Diana' declaration. I then learned from The Wave that Diana's death was chosen by her, pre-incarnation, and acted as a major STO gift to humanity (that rings so true) - as well as the paying of a ransom due from activities involved in the replacement of the Stuarts by a German bloodline as the British monarchy. Further, Laura put up a page on Princess Diana in the early days of the website but took it down because of the increase in serious attacks on her family. Is the information on that page still valid. If so is it available for reading.
One of many things I have learned since finding Laura's work is that nothing happens accidentally, and that signs and symbols should be looked at and followed through in order to connect the dots to see bigger pictures. I feel right now that I am meant to connect some dots in relation to Princess Diana/Artemis and my own life. It might not even relate to my own life or me in particular. But something is nudging me.
I have so much to spill (not just this Diana issue) to the members of this forum. It's the first environment that I have ever felt this need, or the security in which to satisfy it. It could all be mere psycho-emotional rearrangement/healing, rather than anything else. But I would like to delve into it to find out. With this in mind I would be grateful for any feedback, thoughts, information from anyone here who would like to give it.
Many thanks.
If my power of discernment was worth anything it told me that Diana was absolutely genuine in her compassion and humility. Back in the eighties she visited an alcohol rehab place in Canterbury that she was patron of, and in which I was a resident at the time. It had just been refurbished and Diana came to mark the occasion.
She sat in on our daily group session. She was incredibly beautiful. Not just in a conventional way - beyond what is conventionally known as beauty. And her beauty was magnetic as well as visual. I can still see and feel how she came across to me - and no doubt to others on that day.
I think there were about eight of us 'confused ones' there, plus two counselors and Princess Diana. One of the counselors (call her Mary, can't remember her real name) gave a brief overview of each resident's problem. As I was sat at the end of the semi-circle of chairs I came last. Mary said that my problem was 'women.' Not only was I embarrassed, but angry because it in no way touched on whatever issues I was there to deal with. She only said that because just prior to arriving at the rehab I had met a woman in a halfway house, fell in lust with her, and was now being told I had to forget her if I wanted to stay there. I felt diminished in Diana's eyes. How's that for self-inflation?
Anyway, at the end of the session we all stood up and Diana shook hands with each of us. We were in a sort of circle then, and Diana ended up shaking my hand twice (I must have really made an impact on her the first time
) That produced a laugh, and us guinea pigs were then ushered out of the room so the grown ups could talk with Princess Diana in private. Then Diana left. We all rushed upstairs to get a better view of her departure. Obviously the crowds were outside cheering and calling out to Diana. As she got in the car she looked up at the window where we were all gathered looking out, and waved goodbye to us. Afterwards every last one of us swore that she looked us personally in the eye. I giggle when I think back to that. But it brings to mind the famous Frank and his skill at believing only what he wanted to believe.
Well that was that. I was left feeling that I had been in the presence of someone special. Special in a way I hadn't imagined or experienced ever before. I, as well as my co-residents, could have spilled my/our guts out to her and I know she would have listened with her whole being.
That must have been in the late eighties I think. I can't be sure. But between then and August 31, 1997, I followed her in the mainstream press - not obsessively, but just sort of wishing her well, and railing at whoever was attacking her at the time. In those days I had no conscious idea of the control system and media distortion.
On the morning of 31/08/97 I had to drive my then live-in partner (Elizabeth - true name) to her Mum's in Kilburn, and then on to the cafe in which she worked. She came back out of her Mum's house, jumped animatedly into the car saying Princess Diana has been killed. A quick blast of cognitive dissonance failed to ward off the fact of it and I was unable to speak for the rest of the journey. When I got home at around 09:15 I put the news on and sat there crying my eyes out, non-stop, until 12:45 at which time I had to get myself together to pick Elizabeth up from work. In true macho, military fashion, I never cried. In fact I don't think I ever felt the need to. I probably made up for that all in one go.
I lived in Westbourne Grove at the time, and on Monday morning I walked the short distance down Queensway, through the park, to Kensington Palace. Grief filled the air. Thousands of bunches of flowers were already arranged by the gate. I added mine and mingled with hundreds of mourners. It was so quiet. Nobody was talking. There was no need as the atmosphere said it all.
Over the next few days, as the world knows, the mourning took on epic proportions. And sadness became tinged with anger. On the day of the funeral I was with the crowds lining the route. It was silent as we waited for the 'procession' to come past. When it was seconds from arriving at where we were standing a man immediately started talking about something completely unrelated to the monumental, historical event that we were all immersed in. I felt such anger that I turned to him and looked him in the eyes. I then saw that several others were doing the same thing. The guy clammed up and disappeared. My memory tells me that such was the anger in the crowd, lynchings could have taken place.
Sixteen years on and I read just two days ago that the Cs said that there was no conspiracy behind her death. At the same time the whole thing is being resurrected by the UK mainstream media with an 'SAS killed Diana' declaration. I then learned from The Wave that Diana's death was chosen by her, pre-incarnation, and acted as a major STO gift to humanity (that rings so true) - as well as the paying of a ransom due from activities involved in the replacement of the Stuarts by a German bloodline as the British monarchy. Further, Laura put up a page on Princess Diana in the early days of the website but took it down because of the increase in serious attacks on her family. Is the information on that page still valid. If so is it available for reading.
One of many things I have learned since finding Laura's work is that nothing happens accidentally, and that signs and symbols should be looked at and followed through in order to connect the dots to see bigger pictures. I feel right now that I am meant to connect some dots in relation to Princess Diana/Artemis and my own life. It might not even relate to my own life or me in particular. But something is nudging me.
I have so much to spill (not just this Diana issue) to the members of this forum. It's the first environment that I have ever felt this need, or the security in which to satisfy it. It could all be mere psycho-emotional rearrangement/healing, rather than anything else. But I would like to delve into it to find out. With this in mind I would be grateful for any feedback, thoughts, information from anyone here who would like to give it.
Many thanks.
